09/02/2018
There is a house on the trail that goes off the road. It is the only one set amidst a grove. They named it Tenderness. It is a starry night. Space around is dark as a cave. Inside though sits someone playing this track, mulling over the last seven days of silence. Physics teacher once said that the galaxies move away from each other. The space expands. The frontiers he said we know not. Within these galaxies people move away too. In seven days we have. Far beyond reach.