Wednesday, February 27, 2013
she wonders why a certain part of her sky is either black or white, but never grey.
because for some things in life, it either is, or it isn't -
there's just no room for the "in-betweens".
for an idealist after her own heart's keeper,
her heart knows... it's been unlocked before.
for some reason she knows not,
the three of them remained distinctly different.
the distant morning star,
and... a sky thief.
Posted by a fish that dreamt a world away at 12:33 AM