It is who for whom it was written will give the title....(A constellation of Turbulent thoughts)
.... As I came to the roof top and glanced the sky , by glance I do not mean looking for a few minutes, when I look at a piece of nature, I have to look long enough for my existence to melt and merge into the reality of the other , for me to feel every photon of its presence inside me as I inhale and exhale, for my eyes to abort and erase each cent of memory they already have about the thing in view , to see it as if they are "seeing it for the first time".I looked around. Perhaps her sky resides in more beautiful surroundings than mine,a random thought struck my mind. Was it the ultimate diffusal of stress the brain was burdened under, which made everything so gorgeous, for her and for me also. Should I write about those 3 stars, descended from heavens, placed flawlessly equidistant from each other, so still , as if trying not to disturb the tranquility the sky was providing to the chaosed minds of earthlings, "Does their symmetry hold the keys to the secrets of someo...