How loud, the shrill of the lungs bursting. Watching the world go by while dunking moments and lapses of the past; fragments of joy and ramnants of a forlorn hope. Days go by, the new moon arises and sets in no time, totally confused yet forever in tune. Laughter’s gone, weeping continues, the clapping hands, the fists cletched, shouted, screamed, stopped. From afar, a twinkling light that emits from a tiny star shines bright, gently gliding through the endless night.