I could see in his eyes that his soul was ripped into a million pieces, wandering through the Milky Way. In fact, I could've sworn that the colors from this universe were born in his eyes.   The minute I stared into them, my soul took off too; I think he went searching for his.    As calming as his touch was, his look gave me shivers; I could see the empty spot that his tormented soul left behind: two different shades of blue and one lonely yellow were struggling to co-exist, but still giving in to each other. In his embrace I felt all the love he was capable to give, but he won't ever admit that.   I haven't experienced something like this in a long time, at one point I even lost all hope. At first, I thought I saw his darkness collide into mine, giving birth to our own Northen Star, but I guess I was wrong.   In a way, now I feel heavier than before even though my soul didn't come back and I know he didn't found what he was looking for... because there's this ...
”write because it hurts, and then write until it doesn't” - k. towne jr.

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