PTA

PTA

They call me the light catcher.
I'm not a hero, I live off darkness.
Dressed by fireflies, I gaze ...
the elegance of the cosmos, burning.

My home? The dream.
My goal? The Reality.

Nothing is just enough

And thin air brakes the shadow...
A leap.
The galaxy explodes…
I slip.
Crumbled diamonds
are shattering me…
A thud.

Submerged, a reflection
seeps in the mystery,
ultimate string between parallel worlds.