
like blemishes casting scares on the face of the beautiful night..these splotches of white marks are called stars...they are admired the most by all the disciples of hope and despised by all the others known as the "pessimists"..the very thought of them being so far away and out of their reach is what they find the most fascinating and beautiful about it. little do they wonder that beyond all their fairness there lays a dark beautiful forgotten night that reflects nothing but itself against these artistic yet alluring deceptions that are no longer there...stars, they are called stars.
© Blood. 2009

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