I.    Glistening stars emerge out of nothingness and into the reflection of lake. As we sail, they call down to us, shimmering through night. Each star a galaxy, through which it is described. Stories appear from behind, revealing past to the wandering eyes searching for a story to tell. Once a glimpse is caught of the youngest of stars, a new destiny will begin to be sung. Cheers and smiles, so very elastic we are- rubber bands on our vessel carved from the finest of woods, with the finest of tools. A kingdom of blindness, revived from the beauty of stars. As they sparkle and shine, they repopulate cities of gold. These large masses of love, are not made of gasses, but grasses and trees, plains or forests, the most natural thoughts that we can fit into our mind. For the average man sees no gold in our breathtaking skies, with their outdated eyes, they can not seem to comprehend the magic we visualize. Hope and it’s glory, how much we adore it, as the Mural of Night’s colors blend.We watch. Not each other, but the perfectly imperfect shapes and patterns that God gave to us gifted ones for enjoyment and pleasure. so we can let go of the world we all call “life” and and strengthen our grip on the world of dreams that come true, and unreal reality that unlocks the prison. The prison that we’ve been stuck in inside, or hero, our key, our natural destinies. The day will come when we all help contribute to making our life reversable, a switch we can choose to turn on and off, we can control with our own willpower. But we are not strong enough. Not yet.

II.    Then we wake- the switch, uncontrollable, then we realize that our minds are not yet sophisticated. We try to run, but our life is just one endless hall. Stretching, becoming longer the more we run, the quicker we move. Since we can never be escape, we are forced to live out life as mapped out by destiny itself. So we open our eyes- a river flows out  of the ocean of beautifully colored and diverse galaxies. We try to close them, but they fight back, proving to us that they are the more powerful ones, they are in control. As we force them shut, we are whispered that we can never dream the same dream twice. We lose our hope, our minds, and our dignity. But then there’s I. I realize that there is no we. Only one. That only one is me. I am trapped. I am the one who’s afraid. Life had destroyed all of my joy, all of my pride. I tell myself not to cry. But I dare not tell a lie in this black hole of dreams. Only cry. Day in and day out. My The only hope and chances to run away are enlightened by the songs that my stars would play. But even then, my forced grip on life is too strong to let go of. I wish I could feel a pain in my heart to help reassure that my heart is even there. I need to turn my life off now, so I can sit, and look at the stars.

III.    New stars form galaxies, and are passed by the flash of time. Undisturbed for now, they will soon be infected by life, as it passes through every one of them. I face a new threat in my previously dangered life. As bridges are repaired, we slowly creep across them, hoping against their past destructions. How is it expected for me to give my uttermost respect to the one star that struck me with the dagger of forever cursed dreams? It’s a gift and a curse I was born with, a disease that will die with me. Strengthened only by my maturity, it takes me slowly down with it, losing vision of everything but it. Nothing can fight it, and if I tried, my stars would fade back off into the undescribed shadows of life.   

IV.    The idea of hope has been blocked by shadows of death. I seek an escape route, but memories of me, fellow galaxies, all of the happier ones, appear inside of me and prevent me from moving on forward. Weighing me down, preventing the sun to destroy the puddles of the rains from yesterday. The sun, the most powerful star of all. Giving itself better opportunities than I will ever be given. I always ponder of the lustrous times we had, the stars and I. Although now, cities of gold rust to cities of old. What used to be gleaming stars seem to hibernate into foreverness. My Galaxy of Thoughts, lost like everything else ever forgotten by the careless ones.                   

Until Forever