Principle of Assimilation.

I think the most beautiful moon phase is the crescent.

The moon shows its potential beauty through a slice.

The moon gives me a slice and all I can do is stare in awe.

Watching the night sky burn with different intensities makes me wonder-

How bright and hot do all these stars burn simultaneously?

At that, how do they make a vast open space look so breathtaking?

The more I stare, the more I feel like I can touch this carpeted space of burning stardust.

Like those stars, I wait, patiently to bathe in the light of the full moon.

There is something about natural light that dazzles and burns with intensity.

The kind that makes you want to burn with it to get brighter and set everything ablaze.

Sometimes I wonder if I am made of stardust... If we all are.

Stars are the only thing I always search for; even in the most polluted skies.

I think stars are self-sacrificial.

They burn to make the clearest night skies a blanket of lucid spectacle.

Some burn bright till their last dazzle.

What if they have to die out for brighter stars to burn brighter?

I find that surreal but poetic too.

They do not stop burning and burn brighter at their last. But the thing is, the stars I see burning in our skies might have already burned out.

I could be watching its last moments light years later— It makes me feel like I am watching history in the present. The stars are in the future and I am watching its past in the present. Its last dazzle and its death already happened yet I marvel at its life before death. Ironic, right? But how tragically beautiful is that?

Nothing but Cocoa Love,

Sam 🌻