It is in a hard light that we see the truth of ourselves.
And in that light, the rays of the sun are reflected off our welcoming faces and the sheen of the moon glistens off our awe.
We stand so small against mountains, yet we do not fear them. The small worry under our skin scares us most of all.
So how, when we fear the same thing, are we so different?
The dark creeps up on everyone, and the dawn shines on all our secrets eventually.
There is a deep, cavernous expanse within each of us. There are rivers you can’t sculpt from anything other than experience lying in the heart of every one of us.
Know this. We are all alone. And while your screams are echoing off the ridges of the furthest star, so are the screams of thousands like you.
But I think there is hope. I believe in something Else.
I believe in the dawn. I believe it washes over every piece of land with a new desire every day.
I believe in Midday, when you take that extra second, cause that’s all it takes, to take in the beauty that surrounds you. Whether it be lush fields and forests of mystic proportions or the silky steel and glass adventure of the cities.
I believe in the Twilight, where everything in the world just stops to breathe for a moment.
I believe in the Night, when the restless slumber of the moon calls us all to dance in our fantasies under its balmy glitter and smooth eyes.
I am alone. I believe.