Letter To The Stars
A part of me can feel like it's frivolous to not keep my eyes on what's right in front of me. There is so much to see right in front of us. Recently, much of it has been tragic. I've been straining for the simple, the wonder, the divinity. Where is the more-than-light when everything illuminated is about the dark of death? Hopeless, I heard you calling: Look up.
