The red moon above me, A signal carved in silence. Two galaxies align, And an ancient god points his finger. Something is about to happen, Without us knowing. The signs are everywhere. Only I can see them. I was born to see, What others cannot. I hold a Polaroid in my eyes, A translator in my mouth. My hands slip through the air, Catching words unspoken. The red moon… and a green sun. Shadows move like rivers, Carrying secrets in their waves. I can hear them call me, The silence of forgotten stars. It’s not madness, it’s a gift. I was born for this. I was born to see, What others cannot. I hold a Polaroid in my eyes, A translator in my mouth. My hands slip through the air, Catching words unspoken. The red moon… and a green sun. Signals rising, Breath dissolving, Time collapsing in glass. I can taste the moment, Before it arrives. Two galaxies collide, Colors bleeding into each other. The sky burns red, The earth sings in green. I surrender to the vision, I surrender to the fire. I was born to see, What others cannot. A Polaroid in my eyes, A translator in my mouth. Hands in the air, Catching words unspoken. The red moon… and a green sun. Shadows move like rivers...
