Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars

Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.

Time is ticking, and your online twinkling is limited.

There are many ways to say I love you in this cold, dark, silent universe, as many as the twinkling stars.

We may be happy but just don’t know it yet. Many want to rebuke themselves for not finding the threshold of well being, since they simply haven’t learnt to be nice to themselves and to enjoy the privileged twinklings of life. ("C’est quand le bonheur ?" )