So, this is an older piece of writing that just sort of hit me. It's a bit more unusual than the stuff I usually write but what the hell:
Mysterious and dark the wings of night lay themselves above our heads. Guarding us from the crushing void, distant suns burn brightly. Their energy so radiant, yet their light so old. Sparkling, winking, they beckon, call out, scream for us to unlock the mysteries laying dormant in their slowly spinning worlds. Longingly we gaze at the stars wishing to bask in their light, to leave behind this blue, broken world and set our sights on the rest of the cosmos. Yet mankind is damned to rest on this earth, their eyes turned longingly skyward, waiting. Perhaps one day, when we have repaired the destruction we have done, defeated our greed that has consumed so many, and fixed the problems we have with one another, perhaps then we can set our sights on distant worlds and harmoniously fulfil what we have so long been dreaming of.
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Random"Not all who wander are lost." This is as true for humans as it is for the minds belonging to said humans, so... Join me on a little trip into the farthest reaches a mind can wander... Hopefully... Maybe... Bear with me on this...
