November 8

Luna shines past me as I walk by the window until she disappeared behind thick grey sky, soon passing into Earth’s shadow. Lately something is changing around me, the atoms vibrating slower in this thickness that surrounds. Reality is not what it seems and from time I’ve become a bag of bones after being puppeteered by this cosmic renaissance.. I finally surrender and fall deeply into myself, becoming a reflection of the moon’s full metamorphosis.


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