EPIPHANY

sometimes i wonder what the pages of that dairy  so beautifully holds within the star filled papers  and the pen from which love flows he may writes about his fears,  vulnerabilities, that the human i have painted on my canvas is a masterpiece but his heart is in pieces and the paints of my crimsons are fading  or he may write the secret about how he collects stars from others eyes and accumulates them in his own  how he is a thief in disguise  and how he has stolen my shine and now i love to reflect his on mine. i wonder if he had ever even tried to pen a poetry for me or just a piece of his heart on papers  and spent all night reminiscing about how the scent of those pages reminds him of our memories the laugh,the cries the love that will never die even beyond our existence. i wonder how  my lover's dairy really looks like from inside i wonder if it is just the reflection of him or my vision of him  through translucent papers is it just lik...