This is the result of six billion years of evolution. Tonight, we have given the lie to gravity.We have reached for the stars.
But souls can't be sold. They can only be lost and never found again.
You let the story cool off and then, instead of rewriting it, you relive it.
Somewhere in him, a shadow turned mournfully over. You had to run with a night like this so the sadness could not hurt
You don't organize metaphors . . . you explode them.
Putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun.