Here's to you. Here's to the second best, the ones who always feel one step lower.
Here's to Clytemnestra, twin sister of the most beautiful Greek goddess Helen.
Here's to the moon, who can't ever be seen without the sun.
Here's to all the stars in the universe bigger than the sun, never acknowledged because of distance.
Here's to the second best.
Do you think Clytemnestra wasn't beautiful?
Do you consider the sun better than the moon?
Do you think those stars are insignificant?
No.
So go out and be your best.
Here's to you. I love you.
I believe in you.
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Prismatic Memories
Poetry"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. scie...
