The beautiful ones are hard to catch. They ellude me. I sit alone in an empty world trying to find one, trying to snatch one from the stars and keep them in a jar beside my bed. The light that radiates from them will soak into my skin - and I will be warm, and will never be alone again.
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anyway... your words made me think of that moment.
have a damn nice day.