Kirsten

Peering into Orion’s Belt, here I am, little old me, staring into the eternity of darkness. Constellations and the unknown wait to be solved, by the knowledge of our world and the skies above us. I listen to the ones beside me, with harmonies like coffee, fruit, delicious chocolate, I pick up my instrument and I play with them. I am family within the sound of information. They are my sisters and brothers that teach me. The language of learning waits to be solved. I delve into its madness, its beauty, its chaotic loveliness, and I am inspired to reply to it.