it was snowy here on Earth last night.
and dark. black and clear and fresh as a first breath taken, full of frosted shards of sweet stabbing sight.
beauty that cuts so sure and sharp should be forbidden, don't you think?
maybe you agree. maybe that's why you left.
I still seek your spirit. it still remains, strong enough to materialize like a jumping, spinning lure.
I've tasted the sadness enough to know it's a shame. the greatness only you can explain.
tell me, please? the shine is a light I cannot resist.
