the aftermath of a shooting star—that is what you are. a star falls from the heavens, celestial light gracing mankind. here am i, a mere mortal, walking with an angel. how lucky am i, to have your hand in mine. what higher fortune have i to thank? i know not, for you are my lucky star.
you are what happens when ether fuses with clay, when the heavens fuse with the earth.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 