The night goes in search of its moon; the moon searches for its sun; the sun doesn't have anything to go searching for, so it looks within to see if it could find those hurting black holes. No respite, so it hangs in there burning bright and brighter - waving its coronal tentacles, trying its best to not derange its demeanor. Quests are necessary, they give meaning to lives lived without taste and vigor. But dear, in this dark rainy night - tell me what has your troubled heart gone in search of?
Why do you always want to build your nest right above those deadly flames of fire? Why is that your thoughts run amok flowing like a flooded river? Just tap your heart gently and ask for yourself! Do you still not know that the reasons you keep feeding your mind to back all your actions are not really the reasons! Oh poor you, I see the precious side of it - how you have the heart of a small child! If only I could understand the search in your eyes, and the mysterious trail of your nomadic mind, I would gladly shoulder you all my life through the thick and thin, the bad and worse. For you are my lifeline, the taproot that holds my life's balance and the dew that could sorcerize every gaping portal of my inner being and then completely burn me down!
But this - I cannot bear! Why do you have to shed tears in the night - when no one notices? Why would you allow grief to grip your soul? Why don't you just rest your head on my lap? Am I not also your mother? Come, let me tell you a sweet story, sing you a lullaby and put you to sleep - so I could find peace - seeing how your eyelids give in to night's gravity and droop, and how your chest gently heaves as you enter your dreams - and thereafter find my sleep too.
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