Wednesday, February 5, 2020

Space 2 (Slow Waves)

A day flows beneath me, suddenly everything makes sense, I watch the sun rise over one mountain range and set behind the next, without leaving my desk by the window. At night, the moon beams across the valley like a spotlight, illuminating the snow and the silence. I have no more questions tonight.

Everything falls apart.
Everything but this.

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