crimson veil of the moon

prologue of questions

Night sky fantasizes me ,something about the darkness intrigues me , days when stars conceals itself in the blanket of clouds, the dark iniquity ascents thats when I feel a true void. I wonder if the sky also feels the surge of instincts or as humans perceive them as emotions. Some nights I find myself subconsciously gazing at the night glow, the cosmicity surges a vague nostalgia inside me, a feeling that can't be put into words . I always believed that once in the entirety of your being there would be something that you've felt so profoundly that words , speech would matter no means to you, remaining only that feeling , that one feeling so deep. I wonder if I am capable or moreover am I worthy of feeling that way? The philosophy of living , what is living ? What really means to be alive ? Would breathing ever equilibrate to living ? Who knew one day I would find the answer but it won't be the one I would be looking for.