The orange horizon warms my body, and I scream madly and happily. Nothing can stop our souls from singing. Nothing can stop our spirits from shrieking. So whatever anyone says, whatever anyone thinks—I’ve lived so very long. I’ve been in love. I’ve been free. I’d like to think, no matter where I go, I can still be found. Just look up. I’ll be there. That’s where I’ll be. Every time the sun shines down, maybe you’ll think of me.
