THE-END.

I will forever hate loneliness. It creeps onto me when I think that I have nothing. It is a silent killer of the mind. It makes me feel so out of place no matter what I do or say. Trying to stop it as best as I can.

If we will be known for one thing long after we’re gone, let us be known for this. Let us be known for how much we took great care with showing our cultures and our way of life to galactic strangers, even if they learn of the horrors that we were capable of. We were here. We loved. We lived. And we will continue to do so.

I too, would feel sorry that there was not a cat amongst the constellations.

My favorite musician.

A sacred word I hold onto, for it spelled the meaning of love and distance for me. Syzygies are sweet to me, for it serves as a reminder that we will always meet, we will always be in conjunction one way or another. Staring at the same skies and holding the same space. The sun and the moon’s lovely dance. Every now and then, there will always be a second chance.

Public libraries are a blessing. I think more cities and countries should have them.