We are all engulfed by loneliness,
fantasized by something called madness.
Looking for the perfect person to cure our
sadness, addicted to feeling insecure.
Waiting for someone to offer their whole
universe when they are busy fixing their stars.
It’s in our hands to love, hurt and heal.
We are gardens filled with flowers looking for
autumn leaves in summer.
Darling, you are a whole universe
consisting of million galaxies busy
searching for stars when there are
billions of them.
Just wait and cherish yourself!