I sit on my rooftop, alone, stargazing.
Sanity racing with intrusive thoughts in my mind.
My heart shattered from being in the wrong hands.
My soul, a victim of the war between love and hatred.
But the sound of crickets and the twinkling of stars resonates with me.
The gentle breeze whispers to me that peace exists.
And the night sky, that reminds me that darkness too can be beautiful and crucial so that the daylight is admired.
© Rizzu