Untold stories dawdle within the thought of the cosmos.
We read them by gazing into the eyes of our values.
When our loved one descends, their stories persists.
The Universe perseveres on their passion, on their sadness, and on their untold stories.
There is a place for every sparkle of love.
It's the circle of life.
We die to create love, we dissolve to retain the light.
We are those untold stories, we are life.