When matter reflects on itself, consciousness materializes into something more tangible and realizes all of existence is floating above its head.
Matter turned and governed by gravityβs hands. Spun and pulled by creative fingers, shaped into round colorful bodies and tossed into blackness to dance alone.
Some are given partners, little moons to set their mood, to spin their silvery light around them and sing their songs at night to put their children to sleep.
Some stay awake for the song, some watch their slow dance, and some look up at the milky sky and wonder if matter thinks about them back.