Suddenly I saw the world with music and light. There was water too. And lots of air. Gallons of it. Music. And music.

Now I find myself suffocating in dry air. Cheese and books. For once I've had enough words. Maybe. Just let me be. I want to lay, alone, and watch the world, the universe, work its magic again.

Listen to this. Gold is gold. I am gold. This pen is gold. The world, everything, is gold. And it won't last.

It won't. So don't worry about it. Someday you will die. So will I. The world. The sun. And its not sad. Its beautiful.

Its all just a play. Don't you see it? We're here for such a short time. Don't you feel the world spinning? I do.

And I'm growing older. Learning.

I could blink and it would all disappear.

And thats okay with me. Its okay.

Just smile, the one side of your mouth turning up into a half-faced grin. Its unpredictable. Its totally me. So what more do you want me to say? In reality though, what more do I want to say?

But at that, now, I can really laugh. I want to unravel the entire world and spin it into words from here into eternity. What more do I want to say.

The star prayer.

Really.

Come on.