Starry skies, velvet darkness illuminated by moon rays. A mind which shrugs its worries for a sublime moment enjoys the experience to the fullest. Intentions left for themselves and hurried down the ear. Hype builds, pushing the system to new found levels.
The machines would instruct him, he obeyed them all along. Give him a veil to cover this bedlam. ”Who did this? Who do I tell? Where is my soul?” He lost it to the cosmic boggles of his vision. So spectacular with eyes so shinny, he made his way back gazing at the sky. He is tired. He lost his soul to the sea above. For him the journey never ends. Grasped by this majestic might he didn’t realize about the fears that he had and the strengths that he possessed. All he could decipher was the constellations and the movement of the earth. He never studied something so astounding though it always prevailed above him.
His time has come. He dies slowly with utmost precaution; taking in, savoring his last beautiful sights. Too tired, too exposed and too anxious he waits for his final stage to arrive. Strangely he just lays back and forgetting why he was there, why he was born and why would time pass, he gazes still. Tardily his body degenerates and his soul comes back to him with memories intensifying his essence as a being.
