Gaze Through The Inky Sky

It is starless; it is moonless, at times. No detour, only destiny to collide.

Grope to the days, stumble and fall to the ground, crawl with bruises and cuts through the skin to the flesh. Never been promised any painless escapade, like an arrow has been released from the bow piercing through the heart, like the fall to the love, a call to linger.

In the fullness of the time is the beauty. So, come on, get up and get down with this cold grail. Brush away the shady heaven, gazing through the inky sky.