Blue, blue, blue. The sky is a reflection of those underneath. Sometimes sunny, the rays of beauty alarming the skies pigments breaking all rules of conformity. Streaks of magical enlightenment painted through air as we look and realize how ugly we are. Deep, dark, dense.
The universe, so immense. Dark, dark, like my heart, heart. Cold outside, shivers my body.
I look up at the stars and beg to be brought outside myself.
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