When there is no where left to go.

As we close our eyes and turn out the light, may the force of our memories reignite.

The night is silent, dreams swirling about

Through time and space, where I cannot reach.

“I miss it all,” a quiet whisper escapes.

When the dust settles and the stars realign.

By the glimmer of moonlight and the mercy of the stars.

It’s supposed to get easier.