#yazo

A starry night, cool but gentle breeze, an expensive wine being violated as I drink it directly from the bottle, a cigar that burns slower than a corpse but reeks of the same death and poetry of all the maestros that have passed on their 2am thoughts and battles with their own self or tales of a broken heart or tales of valent bravery or just a passing note on life. That is, my kind of night. And one day, I hope I'll find the one who shares the same lust for disaster and same love for destruction.

They think we're too naive to think about the future so far ahead. Little do they know we have brains and hearts more mature than they ought to be.

Someday we’d die and turn back into stardust drifting in some distant galaxy. Maybe then we’ll be together.