theres something quiet

about the world

when you alone are

awake

and everything beneath you

sleeps.

awareness, at its core;

the revolutionary idea that

the world is still because you

expect it

and the sun

may never come up

until you close

your eyes

and dream.

ill give you wings

and watch you fly

into the horizon

as the first light

crests

the crown

of the earth.

goodnight, caroline

7:58 am mst