starry nights

So this is what it is like to be star-crossed lovers.

The heart and soul sinks into abject depression.

The mind is unwilling, unable to pull itself out of the misery that had so violently been cast upon oneself. Within a dream the confused mind runs in circles, here- places so loving and touching, there - devastatingly monstrosity and barrenness.

It is where lovers meet but cannot reach for each other. Souls, so lovingly and gently merged being pry apart. A little too early, much too late.

The souls suffer where courage fails to deliver them both.

What Destiny brought together fate kept apart.