Dark, everlasting space presses itself against him, making him cold and disoriented. Shivering, he frantically pats away the hairs pricking at his skin.
A familiar light makes itself known, through the man-made puffs in the sky, her grand presence shines true. She flashes a cool wave of energy his way and as it washes over him, he knows the way home. It's her. It's always been her.
Label him a fool, he tries to make sense of constellations, chases after infamous stars. He is a fool.
Clouds storm immediately. The moon glances over to its familiar friend, the sun, and smirks a familiar smirk. The sun reminds, "another day will come, another night will pass".
The moon turns over, waning. Waxing. Melting and hardening yet again. "I know," and she knocked out as the thunder pacified her to sleep.
-Hanna Guzman (2022)
Dark, everlasting space presses itself against him, making him cold and disoriented. Shivering, he frantically pats away the hairs pricking at his skin.
A familiar light makes itself known, through the man-made puffs in the sky, her grand presence shines true. She flashes a cool wave of energy his way and as it washes over him, he knows the way home. It's her. It's always been her...
-Hanna Guzman (2022)
