Two Lonelinesses
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Dots
And still,
stars are watching,
galaxies hum their songs,
universes drift like lanterns.
All of it, endless,
all of it, here.
Does silence mind
being filled with light?
Does light know
it will one day return to shadow?
Nothing lingers,
and yet, nothing leaves.
We carry this vastness
inside the small chambers of our hearts,
turning it over and over like a stone.
How strange to feel so infinite,
while standing so still.
Belief
Belief
Somewhere, a dragon falls,
its cry swallowed
by the roar of young voices,
wild with certainty.
This is how the world begins—
in the fevered trust of youth,
where everything is possible,
and wooden swords
can cleave the sky.
What grace to live like this:
hearts flung wide
against the borders of doubt,
every shadow a villain,
every moment a battle
worth winning.
And when monster is gone—
smoke unraveling into nothing—
the wonder remains,
as if it always knew
what they know now:
that joy
is a thing
made real
only by belief.
