nothing is sacred
look above the clouds
the wind blows in the space between you and the distant stars
nothing is sacred… no one knows where it will go
the wind is silent until it touches you
you are part of the wind
the stars are in your brain
a black hole in your brain
nothing is sacred… no one knows how long
the sun is cold until it touches you
you are incandescent
you are the space between the notes
the distance is in your brain
you are part of the sun
nothing is sacred

Liked this post? Follow this blog to get more.