good night, Brooklynites... and thx again for the sweet Brooklynite neighbor whom returned our lost apartment keys... may your holidays be merry and your life be blessed 😉
the stars sing sorrowful soul symphoniessoft hums across the velvet nightechoes of old light folding into shadoweach pulse a whisper of what was lostand yet… even grief glimmers like distant firenotes bending around the silence between worldsa lullaby for wandering heartsinfinite, aching, and quietly beautiful
all matter magnetically mutates mutually making massiron and stardust waltzing in invisible linesparticles twist, collide, and fold into one anothergravity hums a quiet rhythm beneath their danceevery shift, every spark, a secret handshake of existencefrom dust to stone to star, the cosmos scrawls itselfeach atom echoing the song of the wholemass is born not in stillness…but in the magnetic chaos of becoming
"Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today." — Mark Twain
"Belief creates the actual fact." — William James