White Noise

I don’t know if the Moon is impatient or if the Sun is too slow. But time is a terrible punisher.

Rushing the inhabitants of the sky won’t put the scattered pieces of the galaxy together.

So dear Time Keeper, you, are not a healer of all wounds. You couldn’t fix the black hole so you distract us with the Milky Way. You romanticise the falling star and forbid sound from travelling in space. But the most painful cries are always silent. Its tendency to hit the highest frequency makes it inaudible to the inhabitants.

Except you.

So who’s laughing now?