Infinite Stars

The sun takes the backdrop ovoid droplets, pure and clear. Eerie yet pleasant, are they. But it’s the hallways I’ve begun to love ceaselessly. A different phase of the moon everyday, a shivery night greets me. The wind teases my scruffy hair, the blusterous weather a blessing. I reach my habitual cavern, drenched under a canopy of stars. A mere desolation floats around, I simply stare at the new gallery on display tonight. The crickets, as always providing the supreme soundtrack. Occasionally I dawdle over futile thoughts, of acquaintances and inquietudes. They get deeper and profound, every day spring an ache. But the artistry in front being such a delight, I simply continue my staring, lounging alone into the infinite stars.