The stars ascend within the
for they have always lived within
the truth of in between. High and
low, the stardust brings its magic
through the air. We live, we breathe,
we cannot help but to accept
its ever-altering approach.
For if we choose to fight
of change, we are estranged from
all the meaning life can hold. And
it is here, in stardust, that our dreams
begin to build themselves anew.
The nightmares that we used to know
have for too long spent the strength
How is it, that we dream these
of love...? Here, when all society
has come to deem the nightmare
a reality instead. Yet no matter
how we wish for unremembering,
the dreams themselves have come
to feel too real.
And still, the beauty of one
impossibly emblazoned in one point
reaches far beyond imagining.
It comes to call the love of heart
? Michaelette ?
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