It's just me.
For mornings when I can't see you
Spicy mint tea and sweet hot milk tea
And bubble tea (I laugh)
For brunch, a marmalade muffin
A touch of bitter fits my mood
A sigh is stardust
It's like our own milky way
I can't catch up to your distant back
My eternal midnight, staying home
Watching movies in envy, sometimes I pretend myself to be her
Sometimes, I wish I would journey to different lives, stories, dreams, my world.
How far will I be from you then?
Measured distance=Eternal Nights
We are not victims of aging, sickness and death. These are part of scenery, not the seer, who is immune to any form of change. This seer is the spirit, the expression of eternal being.