On a quiet night,
he looked up at the bursting stars—
each glowed with a halo in the deep blue sky.
As if the universe was alive
restless and in motion.
Then, a portal opened,
and he found himself on a dimly lit street,
where the breeze carried a soothing touch.
He belonged there—
and yet, he didn’t.
He wandered around in a shimmering, translucent veil
to stay unseen.
The city unfolded around him like a dream,
where faces dissolved into haze.
He found a place where the nocturnes gathered—
where people like him could disappear.
Seated alone, in the corner
he observed the world around.
Eyes unfocused,
drifting between light and thought,
he saw the melancholy hidden beneath the yellow glow.
Like a lamp-lit, isolated island in the endless blue.
It was a facade masking the sorrows.
When a man in a white apron appeared,
repeating the evening’s specials,
his veil thinned.
Ordering a glass of red, the man wrapped in shadow, waited—
for the stars to burst again,
for the portal to open,
for the night to pull him back from the edge.
Stumbled Thoughts 