You could

You could keep your eyes open for one second longer and watch as the world keeps spinning. You'll never know how it feels to be me. On the inside and on the outside. Quiet, content, calming thoughts paralysed with adrenaline rushes of gold and silver. The lights blinking so fast in the corner of the room. And the stars fading all at once. And then it hits you and you're falling, falling from the darkness into the light. As fast as the speed of sound. But then suddenly you're floating and everything falls into place around you. And it's all warm. It's golden and warm and soft. It's nice.

You could stop breathing for a minute and your body would still be trembling with fear and anticipation at the sound of your own loud thoughts and the disaster that is your own strange and wonderful life. You could listen to the air around you and take in the distant hum of the night, and the faint light of morning. It would all be there tomorrow. It was made for yesterday but here it is again today. In your view. In your head and your mind. It's all the same as it was before but somehow, just somehow, it's different. And it's amazing.

You could hold on for a little while longer as you stare into the distance and wonder if you could live forever, chasing death but needing eternity. Craving the endless supply of love and power and hope from the broken world. As the days turn into weeks and the weeks turn into months you could wave them all away with just your own smile and catch the star and chase the dream. Wouldn't it be great to see clearly through the distant fog and the rain and the clouded, misty streets of your old town? Wouldn't it be nice to be home again. And free.

You could stay here forever and live under the shadows of the past or you could step into the memories of your years and embrace the sun. The sun, warm and tragic but bold and bright. The sun who holds the key to everything and the sun who listens to your prayers and your wishes. But the moon takes hold of them for longer and feels like an old friend. The moon who is always there. The moon secretly watching and guiding you and never for a minute judging you. The moon who is here. And you are here. You could be here and also nowhere. You could be here and also somewhere. You could be everywhere. Or you could just be.