Chaos

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i love the stars.

i love the moon.

i love staring at that dark, underappreciated canvas of hope.

i spent nights,

joining up the dots in the night sky,

grateful for such a view that makes worries feel so small.

somehow,

i feel god has acknowledged my love for the night sky,

so much,

that he let the sun lay a similar canvas upon his skin.

beauty spots,

so random,

"marks of where the sun has kissed him"

maybe,

so that my love for him would fill the both of us.

such that,

i would spend nights,

joining up the dots on his skin...

grateful for such a view that makes worries feel so small.