There is no way to tell the story and I don't have much time.
There was a moment in a guitar with bandaged hands and a ukulele in the snow and mittens swing dancing with a gold star, a song floating through the flakes in our hair and soaring towards the clouds, all of us miserable and beautiful and trying to stay sane in the most wondrous of ways and I remembered we are made of stars.
I have to do homework now but I thought it was important that as he called over his shoulder "Thank you for existing" there was nothing else to say because the words were too heavy to let go, and instead settled solidly at the bottom of my lungs as I stood in the wind after the music left and became a snowman of serendipity.
Okay I really have to go now.
Remember the star stuff.
There was a moment in a guitar with bandaged hands and a ukulele in the snow and mittens swing dancing with a gold star, a song floating through the flakes in our hair and soaring towards the clouds, all of us miserable and beautiful and trying to stay sane in the most wondrous of ways and I remembered we are made of stars.
I have to do homework now but I thought it was important that as he called over his shoulder "Thank you for existing" there was nothing else to say because the words were too heavy to let go, and instead settled solidly at the bottom of my lungs as I stood in the wind after the music left and became a snowman of serendipity.
Okay I really have to go now.
Remember the star stuff.
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