03-04-2016, 11:15 PM
How pretty! I would love to be sitting in that park right now, with an upward gaze reflecting the cosmos in my eyes. I think, as people, we become like red stars as we age. Dying, a light dimming, but with memories growing ever so expansively from within. I hope you continue sharing, I like your pieces.
"Each night has one sound I know: the moon against the water like your cheek across mine in another life." – Sara Eliza Johnson