The words I never want to write or say are pouring out tonight-- are sprawling... drops are falling... You are my star that flew from home. I try to orbit you alone. So far, blindly reach for you.
Echo in my... microsphere I.... feel your energy. Blaze alight with me. Echo in my... microsphere I may have the faith to conceive this galaxy’s all we believe.
The hours used to race away, but now they signal our decay. We seek new distractions. A prophet long ago once said, “The darkest day means light’s ahead.” They say... there’s salvation.