Lightning awakes the spirit like it never has understanding the reach of sky which never been truly less yes, yes, I'm looking at the sky casing its beauty by eyes the stars and their absence but I'm fading for them to twinkle and mark their presence. The darker it grows, the more purity it holds. The loneliness with sky is not a piece. It's such a living peace. The more I turn around, the more I want to be on