I hope I never grow out of loving the small things. The starry nights. The storms. The way some people look at each other like they are the entire galaxy. The small glances of the sun and the moon. How colors manage to dance to the rhythm of how the world spins. How a forest seems to breath with the force of those living within it. Though I know the world is ugly, and I've been touched by its darkness as have others. I hope they see how the world is from a different view. Because beauty is everywhere. And it's at a constant change from one to another.
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Short StoryOneshots I write for when I need ideas or when I'm just bored. Some sad, some you choose, all relatable. Don't be afraid to comment on what you want to read and such. I'm open to suggestions.
