There is a piece of light that can be seen through the open window of the rainless midnight today, and also a slice of your sky lost years away. Concrete and cement is crushing my moon to death tonight, just slivers of clouds is what he’s hanging on to there. I wish I could unlearn all these fears of the end, wish I could stop making stories in my head. I know I exist, but do I truly live? To breathe for the present is like a horror. The past has withdrawn and the future will discard the dreams, and like a cheated beggar I stand in the midst. Selfish. Yes, that’s the word for us. We’ve crushed the moon, stolen his sky and then fear for our end. We shall perish, and none shall vanquish our spirits then. And thus, I shall be free that day, will slay the thoughts and become a rock for all the coming epochs. We may die, but our lives live on, and on and on…. That is how we find eternal rest and eternal life someday.