There was a soft mysteriousness about him. Subtle, but it was there. He seemed sad, but hopeful. He had a kind heart, but life was not as kind to him. He was shy, but beautiful. His hair was dark, but he showed pale skin and pale eyes. Eyes that absorbed and sent back light from every shade of blue, gray, and white. Muse-worthy. He had battles inside of him that he could not understand. He was unaware of the fact that a girl across the table, who had not even spoken to him, could recognize he was created by and of galaxies.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
There was a soft mysteriousness about him. Subtle, but it was there. He seemed sad, but hopeful. He had a kind heart, but life was not as kind to him. He was shy, but beautiful. His hair was dark, but he showed pale skin and pale eyes. Eyes that absorbed and sent back light from every shade of blue, gray, and white. Muse-worthy. He had battles inside of him that he could not understand. He was unaware of the fact that a girl across the table, who had not even spoken to him, could recognize he was created by and of galaxies.
Aug. 31st, 2015
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