there will be moments in your life that will tear the air from your lungs, in which mother luna hangs stark and white over the sleeping town, illuminating wisps of clouds in celestial light; and you kneel by your bedroom window at three in the morning, watching it slowly wheel across the sky, your heart fluttering, music flowing in your ears.
there will be moments in which the warmth of the golden sunset runs through the veins of the city, and the autumn breeze carries viola voices and the water fountain's serene trickling; within those haughty brick walls covered in vines, you will discover the new chapter of your life, where everything is light and shadow and mutual connections will be born.
there will be moments in which the rain falls like a pearl curtain, reflecting the pink and the orange in the sky. and moments in which the milky way stretches above your head and you spend the night on the back porch, wishing upon shooting stars, the glory of the universe tugging at your still young soul.
you will find yourself in the arms of the nature — in luscious oceans of grass and forests rich with sound and colour. you will see your reflection in the hearts of other living beings and the sea murmuring along foreign shores; you will fall in love with the simplicity of beauty and the complex ways of the human mind. nestled between branches of blooming trees, in the soil beneath your naked feet, behind the shield of pride — you will be able to find your home.
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