Again.

the skies are far away, so why do I feel up close?

these seas, so immense and endless, no matter how deep I dive in,

I still feel like I've barely scratched the surface. 

I don't quite understand my need,

To reach for the stars,
To fit them in my palms,
To feel their particles huddled against my skin,
To let their light rarefy into me.

My heart beats a different rhythm now,

I found myself in a foreign place, where a small decaying house stood alone,

Surrounded by Eden gardens, and mesmerizing heavens

it looked out of place,

I took a glance through a broken window,

Into a pitch black room.

I still want to discover this empty gloom.

Filled with darkness at every corner, with secret in every crevice,

Flooded with pain,

Carpeted with hurt,

And painted with fear.

I shouldn't come near,

I should read the signs. Or listen to the howling winds ,

But I have stardust in my hands,

Faith is embeded in my soul, and love is pumping through my veins,
and I can't turn my back now.

The light can still penetrate a broken window,

I believed.

It would lead to a beautiful place.

I don't want to look at the outside.

I'm blinded by my desire,

To discover a new world,

Within this bleak space.

To make it my own.

And to never ever leave.

To bring back its true colors,

To replace all the dirt with flourishing flowers.

To replace these echoes of remorse, hurt and guilt with the sound of calming tides and a soothing whispers of a heart beat.

To find truth that were long lost,

Buried deep.

To make a space for me.

To merge my souls into yours.

and revive our hearts

To make us both alive.

Again.