The beginning starts with the past.

Like the light of far off stars.

I hold my memories

Like a child

Scared of the vast darkness.

Within these memories,

these stars

Comes and Idea, a spark of

Pure Emotion

Bright, radiant

As the sun.

I am searching

For these little stars,

In the faces of strangers.

The masks

that smile in anger,

Cry with joy

Or stay still

amidst inner turmoil.

In you I see bursting youth

Or inevitable time.

In you lies

The light that is my inspiration

As I capture you, so

I am captured by you.

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