thoughts

I think about life. How fragile it is. I heard once that it only takes three minutes without new breath to make a person die. I wonder if that is true. I think about all of the minutes that go unnoticed in my life. I can't beat myself up for that. There will always be a life that goes unnoticed, someone who dies alone.
Words crowd in my head now and I cannot find the words. They come into my head and they do not sound my own. They sound like the words of someone who hates life. Who does not understand their own place in life. I cannot think without music. I cannot think of such deep things without silence or music.
I want to be under the moon. To be out in a field of high grass with the night all around and forests in the distance. I want to look up and gasp with the ultimate glory of the night sky. Nothing will ever come close to that great tumult of light and dark. To find the same chaos and out of place calm that mixes within myself reflected back at me in such a grand scale. My heart will never be the same. I yearn for that night.