I SAW A SHOOTING STAR AND IT REMINDED ME OF FOREVERS.
There are mountains inside of you. Treasure maps waiting to be found. Stories left unwritten. Lovers not yet recognized. You are singular. Not a work in progress but a piece of art not yet complete. How lonely it may seem, at times, to realize, not one will ever truly know you entirely. There is not enough time in this life to see all of you. Yet, how incredibly intoxicating to understand, this canvas of a body encompasses mystery inside; dangling a key for those courageous enough to seek deeper territory, if willing to listen.