Where do all those hours go?
The day is dark, the Moon, oh Moon. She's lost.
We all ran for our lives back then when the sky was falling and those heavenly figures embraced all of humanity; One by one. They, and we fell, trapped and locked away, sealed the cage and let us not see what light would have looked like from here, from where the fragile things belong. And yet one of them, maybe the only one took a glimpse. The nebulous filled her eyes with levity and she floated away, or maybe flew away billions of light years from us. She then became particles; Radiance took over the immense vacuity we long ignored, we choose to ignore repeadtely in time, in space, in all shapes and colours.
I'm overwhelmed.