who says thou dark holds no friends, when even our cracks sing of kintsugi? who says thy nights are spent alone, when the silver bowl hovers above you, forming shadows, even with light not its own? who says those stars live in another place when thee may see them falling with every new home? at last, you listen to your heart and end up with yourself. ••why not yourself?•• who says thou dark holds no friends, when even our cracks sing of kintsugi? who says thy nights are spent alone, when the silver
