I’m waiting patiently to join my brothers and sisters.
We hold our treasured tickets and wave our shivering hands into the onyx sky.
My eyes reflect the centered stage, brightly glowing and twinkling.
The only star in this dark and crowded place is blinding.
We hold our treasured tickets and wave our shivering hands into the onyx sky.
This entire mesmerized population chants to their husbands and wives.
The only star in this dark and crowded place is blinding.
One by one, each voice perishes and becomes a creaky, broken record player.
This entire mesmerized population chants to their husbands and wives.
My face scrunches as my left ear vibrates, but doesn’t pick up anything.
One by one, each voice perishes and becomes a creaky, broken record player.
I gasp and choke, but my body reminds me to breathe again.
A familiar hand finds mine and squeezes every last drop of fat in it.
My sense of smell is shrouded by the aroma of peach tea.
My chilled toes inch closer and closer to this warmness.
The stiff, small hairs softly wave and return to its owner.
My sense of smell is shrouded by the sweet aroma of peach tea.
My eyelids close and I am enveloped in an embrace.
The stiff, small hairs softly wave and return to its owner.
… I pour my heart into something tender. I feel this now?
My eyelids close and I am enveloped in an embrace.
Beads of ruby, cyan, and orchid suddenly explode and fill the sky.
… I pour my heart into something tender. I feel this now?
The time has come for my voice to become a broken record player.
Beads of ruby, cyan, and orchid suddenly explode and fill the sky.
No man-made device can capture this moment ever so wonderfully.
The time has come for my voice to become a broken record player
I’m waiting patiently to join my brothers and sisters.