The Stars Still Shine At Night
beauty comes from smaller places than those we hear of at night, in our beds.we dream of daylight savings and weary bones no longer tired, we dream of breaks and romances and the boys who will hurt us.
our fights are small, our dreams so large we cannot contain them and they bubble over, form a film that the other people see.
this is me, this is school. these are the things I do every day.



