Sit with me under the full moon, And I shall lace my fingers within the gaps among yours, Let you taste the miracles conspired in the moonlight. I shall narrate you the fables being told over the light years which ran across millions of stars clashing, engulfing, co-existing among each other. I shall name you my favourite stars and their story, the ones movies left abandoned. I found them rotting to the core at a parched corner of the sky, no one really notices. They survived darkness, by being a part of it, "the only way," they chanted. I embraced them into my weary, little notebooks and dipped them up to the bottom of my metaphors reeking nothing but the platonic love between pairs among them.