Suppose I start writing short stories for myself. They will be of dreams and manifestations that play over and over again in my head. It will be all the little details that are never captured here, placed perfectly in lines that tell someone else's story. It would be so fun to live vicariously through something else.

There are always stories to be told of being warmer than sun when there is nothing but cold surrounding us. This is what makes us special. This is how we are loved.