clouds.

shimmering starlight shines its warmth upon them with incandescent glowing. they fall into the comfort of the clouds, drifting off into space on subtle silhouettes of self-love and self-respect.

they have found themselves. they understand themselves better now.

they are ready to walk hand in hand with themselves down hollywood boulevard for the whole world to see. they link metaphorical fingers and open themselves up for opportunity. will they meet someone new? will they be someone new?

they stare in wonderment at wild, weird worlds encased in crystal glass and memory, reflecting and revealing the relevant moments in time. they pocket these moments for safe-keeping, for later, for love.

they can’t see the future, but for now the present is enough.