Heard. . .
When you look up at the sky at 45 degrees,
You will find,
Time has frozen. . .
Gorgeous, glorious.
You will marvel at all of this.
Fireflies disappearing into the night sky,
Gradually. .
Look back. . . Looking at each other
It's hard to count whether it was passing by or forgetting.
Quietly,
Addicted to everything in this world. .