A not-so-vivid collection of stray thoughts jotted down on a silly whim.
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- may contain contest entries, random thoughts or rants of all sorts -
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Sometimes, I wondered why the stars always seemed to glisten in the centre of his pupils.
They were onyxes - with varying degrees of tintless stains sprayed across the moonless abyss.
I watched them wander ever so slowly as he positioned himself on the murky earth beside myself; his delicate, veiny hands feeling the dewy lushness beneath him - eyelashes flickering as he took in the fresh, saturated wind of the night.
"Beautiful."
He said, gazing at the night's firmament that held the vastness of his eyes' abyss.
There was something in the way he looked at it though, that compelled me to think they were always related.
The night's sky and him.
As if there was a longing right from the start within the depths of his eyes that had longed for the stars.
And be one with them.
His gaze met mine, and I met the stars once again;
"What do you think...?", he'd asked, "about the stars. Aren't they just amazing? I can't wait to get into uni so I can reach one myself!"
"I think you've already caught them."
He looked a bit surprised, maybe a little dumbfounded; judging by the slight contraction of his eyelids.
After a short interval that seemed too long, he finally responded -
"Well, I thought so too."
His gaze shifted to the sky's and it was almost as if the stars of the sombre nightsky traversed with him, painting a pattern of sapphire and silver with heraldic mist, and sprinkled novas.
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He continued to gaze at the stars, which gazed back at him from above the heraldic night - almost as if looking for an answer he'd been searching for centuries.
