i dream of the night sky. staring at the moon, i can almost imagine what freedom feels like. do you know how it is? lying back in the grass, listening to the soft whisper of the leaves, to the slow humming of sleeping life?
next, you’re going to tell me that the stars sing.
of course they do. they sing the sweet lullaby of timeless life and death. it’s there for those who know how to listen, and not simply hear.