Guided by something heavier than a final notice or a dollar sign. It's a power, not for profit, that's respected silently, without a like button. It tangles my hair in the stars as I dream of places that feel like home, but never visited. It whispers the names of people that I know I've loved in another life. The world is on fire, but I close my eyes and hear its music. It hums. I follow. The world is on fire, but I dance in its glow.