It’s inexplicable, the outpouring of emotion and tears and love for the universe that follows a few moments of staring upward at the stars on a night so utterly black and empty and alone.  On that night, the sky is stunning in its darkness but the stars are so bright the sun would have to feel its way around to avoid tripping on the beauty of infinity. Emotions flow like lava from a young volcano, anxious to find its place on a planet where volcanoes symbolize sensuality, a planet where sensuality pales in comparison to the stars on a clear night.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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