Violet crystallization gives me spasms of ecstasy.
A dancing fairy is the most accurate comparison.
You’ve reached the peak.
Stay there as long as you can.
Stop for a second.
Things are out of focus.
And I’m afraid if I blink, you’ll be gone.
Have those of a feather separated? Parted? Gone their own ways?
I guess it’s inevitable.
I have an obsession with unusual eyes, I guess.