The Dark Silhouette
I am not completely convinced where my soul cares about what happens to break free, seeking to be somewhere else—not in this, not even there, would not be anywhere closely aligned.
When I suspect the universe is very much against me, I take a gander up to the heavens. I simply can no longer afford to carry too many loads, the mass of not being dominated, because the multiverse has always been absolutely gorgeous, and my soul has always been for it. But, just like the lunar surface, when it makes it appear to be fragmentary, I also truly believe relatively low of myself. No matter how immense the world is or how many celestial bodies are perceptible in the horizon, I nevertheless simply can n
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