At least we are safe from the Big Bang, billions of years ago where light tore itself from nothing Even when you and I were miles apart across unmeasured distances a fragment of you still wandered toward mine in our umpteenth life I wait for your touch, longingly The galaxies revere your name and for your smile, I would collapse— oh, your smile, so fleeting. At least we are safe from the deadly yearning of an old, dying star Never let us drift too far— come closer to me at dusk, as I grow brittle. But at least we are safe from a falling meteor that could destroy us and time freezes for a little longer Yet your voice bends space around me, keeping me warm against the indifferent dark. At least—before everything unravels into the void— we are still, somehow, each other’s shelter. —VIC
Welcome! Now you can see what's inside my mind. Writing will always be my self-defense, my medium. When the tongue can't form words, I find solace and joy in putting thoughts into writing, crafting a sanctuary where emotions dance on the pages. I believe that words have the ability to connect, inspire, and heal. So, welcome to the gallery of my mind, where every word is a stroke of the brush in the masterpiece of life.