Look at the world of the star. Seems like an arm's distance but actually that is so far. It is said that those who have left are one of them. I also find you somewhere in them. I will find you one day in the number of billion stars. I prayed like this to the breaking star. I talked to them every day at night. I hope it will reach your sight.
Like a swarm of cicadas, gathered around gaslight, higher cosmic wisdom embraces the castaways the unsaid word heals the souls scarred by an illusory world of sounds in solitude the irrefutable truth dawns over the blessed hearts. Meditation is sniffing lines until the pain goes