Can our fragments paint a new whole? A new one; a brighter reality?

Like.. looking at individual stars and thinking up new skies.

Every thought of you is like waking up to my dreams.

The sorrow behind your giggles,

silence among your words,

the times we’re apart..

Your thoughts linger on like a firefly that sheds light on the purpose of my being.

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