"A cool wind ruffles my hair as we silently stare at each other. It feels as if hours have gone by, just standing there, frozen in fear. The shape is either studying me, or preparing to attack..."

Do you want the stars, or do you want the sun?

A single comet travels far in it’s lifetime.

These are the words I could not say to someone very special to me. Someone I love, and who still loves me.