you think about the times in your life that you remember the most. the days where you wake up, and somehow everything falls into place so nicely around you on this particular type of days.
think about every moment you've felt like you were made of electricity and fire and buildings and perfect photographs and violets and every record you've ever loved. think about everytime you've felt so good you just didn't care, and see how that holds up to the light. or realize that it is the light. or should be. or whatever.
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