When the Curtain is Called

So forth sets the sun. The moon glistens in the back light. The audience howls to the greatest ending of the day. It is however in that moment. That moment of cool blues and blacks. That we began to wonder amongst the dotted lights in the sky, is this the end? Or is it just the beginning?

Here I am

I breathe, though slow, I breathe. I run, weak in my legs, I run. I look back, fear of behind me, I look back. I am here, pushing forward, here I am.