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And like a colourful bloom of temporary lights on the sky, you will shine.
You’ve changed me forever. And I’ll never forget you.
This is Art holding a Mirror up to Life. That’s why everything is exactly the wrong way around.
What does a mirror look at?
We shall go wild with fireworks...And they will plunge into the sky and shatter the darkness.
A good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix.
A dream, all a dream that ends in nothing.
Every instant disappears in a breath and immediately becomes the past.
Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand, waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land?