Nowism

Distant Galaxies

Prose poetry

Small lights in the darkness. / The photo belongs to the author.

In the moment that everything changed, the cool night air cradles my thoughts and hums a lullaby for my soul. The distant spinning galaxies evoke Timelessness in my room, and I kneel at the passage of oblivion. The illusion of the sky unfolds its wings, embracing my desires. If I extend my arm, I can touch the stars! I am not afraid of their fire, and they are not afraid of my…