moon theater: M◌◌nlit Brew ◌f Tears ✶◌✿⋱⋰∴𓆸
In the shadows of myself, I uncover the abyss of soul, Where echoes of my beloved ones sleep in silent whispers. I seek them where ending and beginning are one.
…With her laughter — a forgotten star’s gleam, A constellation I once knew, now lost in the tides of memory. She taught me: love is fleeting, like a comet’s burning flight, And in her absence, I must chase that endless light.
Ancient stories — my pen, my sacred myth, I found God — and birthed even more questions.
The anguished cry “all is free!” Reflects my despair — what renunciation could reveal truth?
Family tales of lunar seas, My tears — a hymn for sailors, The waves sing of paradise. I glimpsed infinity — a sorrowful plea, In the reflection of my inked tears, A cup of dark tea brewed with grief.
Stars — my cosmic kin, Galaxies through which I drift, I am dust, yet they whisper: “You are home.”
But fear clutches me: am I alone in this vastness? Will my beloved, my creations, join me in this eternal dance?
A gif — a frame of silent art of mourning, Carries the world’s deep ache — a bridge to every heart.
Through my lens, I see them all — My people, their stories, the skies, In black and white their essence burns, Where mortal beauty lies.
O leap of faith, unite me with my own — The ones I love, the stories I weave, In the unknowing of eternity.
For in this fear, in this trembling void
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