Of all kinds, shades, and wanes. Colors, I see!
I saw it! From the very corner of my eye, it was a flicker I swear. And of all the flies and bees flying near my face, it was this glimmer of hope that made me stay on and steadfast. A dream it was, one filled with holes and lost echoes… but this I remember as carefully as I remember the sun.
With everything going up and falling down, the earth seems to still rotate as if…