We watch over the horizon of this insignificant town, away from the happening, out in the nowhere.

"Why do you think the street lights sparkle?" you ask me.

I know why the street lights 'sparkle'. I know how, why, and when they sparkle. But - and this question goes so much further than finicky street lights - do you really want to know? Do you want to know the scientific phenomena that instil glitter in your eyes, or would you rasher it remain a beautiful mystery?

I can tell you a lot of truths, I can take a lot of beauty away from your life. I can tell you why fire is blue, and red. I can show you how melodies daze. I can explain the rabbit on the moon.

My life is missing a lot of beautiful mystery - or - at least, it was. That was until I met you.

I cannot explain anything about you. I cannot explain how you can be so sweet, and cute. I cannot fathom the depth of your heart. I cannot comprehend the grace in your stride, the cheer in your voice or the pain in your smile.

So as you look at the sparkles in the horizon, unable to explain their beauty, so too do I, at the sparkles in your eyes.


2 comments add comment

  • anonymous lover
5 months ago

This is so sweet

  • anonymous lover
5 months ago

I want more information about the rabbit on the moon

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