Stars, They are made every day. Far away, perhaps, but when you look up, they are there, are they not? Flaring brightly; shining just out of our reach, leaving us yearning. But they return, they all do, with time. And you can hold them forever after.
But for now, take my hand. I am here.
personal piece of sorts. look it's bigbro told you he was auntie's favourite tr0ll