Sam Sios-E Montevyl.
May 8, 2024
I walked under a sky so starless, so enveloping, it felt like a blanket tucking in the world. There was a hush, the kind that only comes when the earth exhales and decides to pause its endless spin. In that quiet,
I thought of you,
of all of us,
drifting under the same vast,
empty dome.
There’s something about such darkness—
it doesn’t suffocate;
it liberates.
It strips away the day's clamor, the relentless buzz of life, and offers in its place a canvas black and wide, a backdrop for the faintest lights to become visible. Those lights are us—
our hopes, our dreams,
flickering in the gentle dark.
I felt an ache, beautiful and bitter, because I understood something. We are all just searching for our lights, aren't we? Trying to make sense of the dark, to turn our faces up and find a path marked by stars of our own making. This night, starless and wide, whispers not of loneliness but of the so, incredible unity of countless souls reaching, searching, aching with the beauty of trying.
