Can you hear us, stranger? Can you hear us, friend? The thoughts at your temples, the love in your heart, the will to remember, the capacity to overcome, the things you will make, the paths you will take, your life from outside of yourself?
If you should ever see me cry, I cry because the moon is high, I cry because my heart is dry, I cry because I touched the sky. I’ll cry an hour and a day for feelings that were ripped away, for words that never came my way, for things that I can’t even say.