Sandcastles and starlight
I wish you thought I was made of star dust. That I was made by cosmic collisions dancing infinitely just beyond your reach, sparkling jewels in an otherwise tar black sky. Untouchable, and unbreakable.
Alas.
I am a sandcastle. I will break, my walls will crumble, and I will return to the ocean floor grain by grain until all that remains is the outline of where I once stood, tall and proud. I hope you have the patience to rebuild me when the tide comes crashing down on us both.
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