You can time travel when u look at the blinking star. Thousand years ago somebody has looked at it and probably thought about the same think you are thinking right now, thousands of years later, another existence will be looking at it aome night and will feel the same. That could be you stretching between thousands and thousands of years and feel the aame at every point of it. Silence in the air, silence is rare in the city of constant romance, silence in the air, silence and despair. 

I look at almond blooms and I feel the same. We leave some part of us in things we look deep in their souls and we leave that parts for good. A part of our existence by which we are we. By which we know that thing and we know it's different. No soul, no love. Only shattered and left parts that makes us the I we can even find in the darkness of a blackhole.

I miss every single parts I have left by looking into the deep of something. The deep, the unreachable depth of a being, the thousand years and million miles distance of a star. I can breathe in the air of that depth and that distance. And... And feel complete when the most shattered puzzle ever not meant to be made.