I've always loved the way your soul danced into the night sky. You could never be static could you? An unwavering wanderlust ran through your veins, firing up your very heart, shining glowing embers in your lively eyes. I was hooked and fascinated, hanging on to you, frantically trying to keep up with the thrill of the chase. Because monotony terrified me. And if I had to sell my broken my soul, abandon my consciousness in order to take part of your adventure, no further questions needed to be asked.
At times, I felt as if you embodied my nightmares, nothing but a collection of negative vibes, radiating into my being, making me perpetually uneasy in your presence. By contrast, sometimes, you lit up the cosmos. Your filmy eyes reflected the beauty of the stars, and glorified the mystique of the full moon. Your thoughts became engraved in the smoke you blew up towards the stratosphere, imprinting into the fabric of this world. Adding flecks of color to the lackluster globe. Fact of the matter is, you had me at hello and you never let me go.
