wallow in the lights so bright and containing the misery you always wanted in these hollow fleeting moments that reek of love forgotten, love that never fully tethered you're heart, never anchored you from you're imaginary wings.
Close your eyes and imagine were still in the fields, looking for stars on a cloudy night. Bleek it may be, but bleek are we now all the more.
Beauty betrays even the sweetest of them all.