I found my way back back, to that place I go to When I cry When I sleep When I die High in the atmosphere into worlds. I have my own hide away no one can find me. I've watched the universe spin slowly. Change from dark to light, night to day, night to day. I've seen caves and creatures roam the planet. Lush green trees ripped from their homes. Giant animals fall to the ground. I've called upon the archangels for protection from the darkness that has covered the earth. I've fallen out of my hiding place and landed in the darkest of nights. Sun that seems too bright. Nights that seem too long. Haunted by words that will never never ever fade. But yet, I've always return to my spot in the sky, to watch the evolutions, revelations, the nightmares and the miracles. I've watched our Mother Father God destroy and rebuild. Destroy and rebuild. I've seen the most beautiful things. Even the city lights look like fireflies illuminating the planet from here. I've found beauty in everything. Every word. Every taste, smell, touch. Every third eyed sensation. I am not omnipresent. Only... present. I glow a soft shade of purples and blues. Indigos. All shades, with a white crown upon my head pouring out the purest of white lights. My head tilts back as I pray for salvation on earth. Peace among men. An awakening. The earth glitters with hope. I sit and wonder as I mindlessly play with the token around my neck. A ring for prayer. A reminder of greatness. I gently allow myself to fall, sink slowly through the atmosphere like I am drowning during a sunset. Tragic, yet beautiful. Again, down, down. My wings know not to save me.