Maybe it’s the thought of night or of pitch black. Perhaps it’s the glimpse of subconscious shadow and light. Like holding moon and earth in the palms of my hands. It’s hard to explain. It all seems so small from where I stand. Then, something pulls me back. Suddenly, I’m grounded to the moon’s gravity, and I’m circling the moon! I try to escape it, but all I’ll ever end up is back to staring at it. Like that of bouncing light, vision has gone its way to where it can no longer be disrupt. I witness time and space being consumed all the time! How is this different? All I have to do is breathe, look up, and try not getting swallowed into orbit.