Sometimes life gets quiet like the world stopped harmonizing.
Sometimes the sky gets darker in the day as if we have lost our silver linings.
At night the stars fall from where they once hung and Goddess Lona screams the songs for her children to return home.
In the summer the sun burns off the cloth we wear and stings the fabric of skin we have even as we surrender cradled and naked.
In the winter we chip away piece by piece, mundane, frozen, dying, and life couldn't be more wonderful because the pain you once felt now frozen numb.
Knowing that we can't fly we realize we won't see heaven so we die and become forgotten because it's hard to find time to mourn a life when you are running for your own.
