Photo shared on 1st April, 2021, A Decorated Room Looking Over Star Studded Sky
Looking through the dead old cold blue I look inside the life of mine.
Questioning the notion of God I don the crown of being one.
A fallen one, a demi god. Not of importance; just salt to a dish.
The path that formed by glowing illuminated flames between
the stars is my roaming street. Looking down from the glass
I am looking inside the life lived so far. The street will come to
last wall when the stars will disappeared from front of the eyes.
And I will be on the pyre. A human then not the God or a winged
angel. Sitting on the couch I am the stringmaster trying to master
to pull the strings of every moment betwixt and between every