Prelude to Starry Night- Build up
With barely anything left to feel or do, I remember myself walk through the steps of the favorite time that has happened. http://songoflovepiecesofeight.blogspot.com/2022/01/the-beginning.html?m=1 I image playing with the Phoenix; continually giving her the space and moves she needs to figure out how to be born without bursting through the eggshell that- at this point it feels as though she is well aware- I occupy. I consider the thought of phoenixes bursting from their places over and over into the night sky still filled with stars, planets, the like. I consider the Starry Night. All these well visible Apocalypses, enjoyed by many here as singular events to marvel many, as they step into the light, through my own version of the halls.