The earth, stars, sun, galaxy and universe seem to align in a nonlinear group of tangibility   and sometimes divisble metaphors. While the air is cold I recall lying under it all. Dark, yet seeping light, the sky was dimmed to a mere ocean of illusions. Instead of trying to figure out what I saw before me, I allowed it all just be as I perceived it; a dark sky with small things of light scattered about. When the moon is full and the tide is retreating so is something within me. Something is transforming, something is undergoing a event synonymous with the word change; but yet unseeable or describable. There is something great, that’s being alive, but there’s also something greater, that may just be my deep yearning of curiosity.