I saw once, I don't know where, the mind blowing fact that the sky, as pretty as it seems, is a graveyard of stars. Dead, and twinkling, and I shouldn't believe in them, but I do.
And I think they have this special ability to just . . . fool us in a beautiful way. To just keep twinkling, million light years away, million lives between us. It's a wonderful way to be conscious of our own greatness and weaknesses. Dead and twinkling, dead and haunting, dead and living.
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cages.
Spiritual❝We complain that we don’t have enough freedom, but as much as we deny it, we build our own cages.❞ [other #556 - 2/27/14 ● spiritual #93 - 02-15-14] [sequel ● side-story of monsters. they are stand alone, you don't need to read monsters first to r...
