to love, and be ignored.
to watch and be watched, but to be distantly out of reach.
to look into a stone face and see beauty.
for her to be imperfect, yet somehow without a single flaw.
she stays away and holds my heart.
she is without friend, but without foe.
she is a delicate soul, allowing the imprints of those who touch her to remain with her forever, and yet she somehow is the strongest, most loyal thing our universe has found.
she weighs nothing, or she could be an 81 billion tonne mass of rock.
if you wanna talk contradictions, you should talk to the moon.
claire de lune - moonlight.
now pass me some of that moonshine.