Skies dipping in and out of sinking pupils. The visions of yesterday are leaping at the chance to stay a little while longer in the light that illuminates the tiny specks that breathe together and connects everything, so lightly, together. There is beauty evaporating from the palette of this world and leaving a galactic trail of stars to a black hole I long for. A supernatural state of being, contrasting with the budding time that is wildly seeping behind.
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