Authored: February 14, 2023

These empty roads and these empty chapters in burnt books
Casting shadows that have become mountains on walls
Empty wine glasses strewn on dirty floors
Empty places but if I close my eyes, smiling faces.

We were ever so fleeting
As the world turns on its orbit
Billion stories trans morph settings suns and rising Dearths
Will we have our times in the sun again?
Will we dance around bonfires under starscapes?
If anything matters, then everything matters
Until it does not.

The sun in my eyes
The wind at my back
These empty roads if one closes one's eyes
Imagine....

I left home to find hope
But found; A Story Of...
Empty spaces, smiling faces.