Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I know the quote is about death. Every day we wake up alive, it brings us closer to our demise. I plan to fight it every step of the way. Even when my light goes out, I’ll keep shining on.
I’ll be in the stars.
The fireflies that illuminate the fields on hot summer nights.
The chaos and beauty of a spring thunderstorm.
I will still be there. Living on another vibration, but there all the same.