It’s supposed to get easier.

“I pray to the moon and a lone star appears.”

Today was one of those.

How did it feel to have the sun set on us?

For these are the moments that will brighten our home.

From all of you to none of you, in the blink of an eye.

The silence broke quietly, the question posed again.

There was no use for a map, no destination had been drawn.

Once upon a time was a magical box.