Most nights you'll find me swinging in the hammock of the moon, sipping the night black, a few stars as sugar cubes.

It’s ironic that we aim for the stars, but many shooting stars kill themselves just to catch a dying glimpse of the radiant face of humanity. It’s like we’re shooting for the stars when those unattainable stars are shooting for the dazzling brilliance of everything that we are.

She tucks the veil of her hair behind the crescent moon of her ear to reveal the stars in her eyes.

The moon & sun were just friends til that night the sun couldn’t depart before dark snowed in under an avalanche of stars & poetry was born.

The night sky is a dignified black princess freckled with the stars. Get lost in her beauty to find it in your darkness.