observing the milky way in its raw glory, free from city light pausterization, must be the oldest dream i’ve ever had. besides seeking the eternal tunnels inside anthills, as seeing them from pictures in a bug book was just not enough, blessing my eyes with the billions of mirrors reflecting back our existence is a wish i hope to fulfill before i become their dust.

i hope to explode in a supernova and land as gold, silver, tin, zinc to hopefully one day explore under the soil, surfing with blind worms between roots and roly pollies.