#iilahi

To my dear followers and beyond,

What are stars made of? She writes about the cosmos & universe because they are trapped deep inside her. They fill her with wisdom that no book has the spine to hold. She has mastered powers that no superhero is able to match. And they give her beauty that is out of this planet, so much so that Mother Nature is put to shame. But the true beauty of this creature isn’t when strip her of her layers, but her real gift lies a little deeper, is a little sweeter and shines a little brighter. And that is her heart. Where hides an astronomical amount of love that no man has the hands to hold. She is kind. She is raw. She is the UNIVERSE.

Look up to the stars; I see her. Look down to the sea; I see her.  Listen to the wind; I hear her.  Listen to the thunder; I hear her.  Feel the sun; I feel her.  Feel the icy snow; I feel her.  She is everything gentle, everything dangerous. She is the good, she is the light.  She is the qainnaat

From head to hand, she creates worlds effortlessly. Through words or pictures or song, she is a master of each domain. Sorrow into poem, anxiety into painting and joy into song, she has an outlet for every emotion, but forever searching for a muse.

Too many lines have been left empty and not enough has been said to fill them.

It's morning blues. Up in the night, his mind sewing together line after line of sweet song. Asleep in the sheets his body lays to rest, only to shine with the stars. Co-exisiting with the universe, he is one of a kind.