Wake up. What is it that you hear?
Is it the cricket in the dirt behind the shed? It's chattering cries in the night echo within your mind. It's hypnotizing, captivating your inner body, sending chills throughout. Such a small creature. So fragile. So frail. Yet worth something in this world.
Wake up. What is it that you hear?
Is it the wind howling in the night sky? Does it frighten you? Does it make you feel alone and powerless? Do you wish for power, love? The wind is calling your name as you sleep. You lie in your bed alone, thinking of that one human who gives you strength, who makes you feel safe and warm. Does he exist? Is he real? The wind says otherwise. He mocks you. He knows where it hurts. Small, fragile, and frail.
Wake up. What is that you hear?
Nothing. Is it nothing? You tell me. The world is a big place. Space. The heavens. The galaxy. The universe. What do these bring to mind? So mighty in all their excellence. Do they make you feel worthless? They might? They do. It's all a dream. Time is like that of a broken record in the midnight hours. All turns to glass. All fades into non-existence. Wake up darling. Wake up and find love as it flees from you. To catch it you must spread your wings and take to the sky.
Wake up. What is it that you feel.
Life. That's it.
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