Every starshine have a collapsed end. Sooner or later we all fall for the love to make sence.

What to say, when every pieces turning to you.
And you know that even the smalest particlure become the greatest moment of a story into lovely moments.
I speak well of a heart made of wounded thoughts.

I wonder did you think of me when hope start to hold on, even if who ever said so...
The greatest love is from soul and heart.
Thinking back of out of controll, your bloody heart send to be real.

Part of me wonder if you are ok?
Even little bit of it all.
When light dissapear from a collapsed star, the infinty becaome a little bit bigger.
The same with my feelings for you.

I know from a surtened situation in life we all matter in time and space.
I thinking of the moment everything spins in action of love.
Do we really collapse like a star?

If so... Would every single heart expose the feeling we are thinking of.
Do you beleive in mysty of a shade? or shadows only exist in dreams?
When every vaccum in universe is empty.

And could every moment be, who we are really meant to be?
If everything collied of a universe.