His aura is made of poetry, art, and galaxies.
He’s filled with millions of unseen stars and he reflects the moon the way our oceans do.
His aura is composed of the energy of masculinity and femininity, pure duality; Balanced like the libra in his Lilith, seeking harmony and balance in all his relationships.
He is the worlds 8th mystery.
His aura is the light that shines on our insecurities but also the darkness that creates them.
His aura protecting his soul with its radiating armor, he is his own knight in shining armor.
Aura made of galaxies, art, and poetry; he becomes the perfect muse and the perfect heartbreak
His aura is 1 Corinthians 13 lines 4-7, his aura is patient, his aura is kind, it does not brag nor boast and is not proud. It does not dwell in the evils of this superficial world, but rejoices and spreads its truth.
He is poetry. His aura is poetry, poetry that inspires but makes you question.
He is poetry. His aura is poetry.
And I hope to read it one day.
