The sanctuary of stars.

I used to walk a barren twilight in the cares of the day which to my little effort goes unseen.

What then and when all my stress to put away and see no words in my dictionary bombs this paper and fill me a flood of words gone in yellow stains makes up a loot of folkloric and mythical statements.

Then and when that pen loots my brain into a frenzy and floods the bulb of such jaundice light it makes this stationery paper fill a hypnotical state of zen into the worldly words of light.

I am reminded of the great architect, he fills the good life with light and love that makes us bright as stars of the night.