meet me in outer space
last night, cy and i had a very long talk galvanized from one item in my previous post titled '3'. yes, i want to write a book. it may not be something significant and i can't even guarantee that it would be of any real consequence to this world but still i hope that i'd be able to do it simply because it matters to me.
i have yet to think of a plot, the characters and such but on the large part, i am entirely confident that i'd be able to think of it all in due time. i guess, abstractly, i have already something in mind. it would be nothing but a series of musings inspired from significant events in my life. and i am thankful that although admittedly not a part of the whole of it, cy has offered to help me remember parts of it.
and thus we came to discuss beginnings and progression.
it might be the only way that i can show you how it feels to be...
it was when i asked him how it is that he came to notice me that i was most uplifted. although i always considered him to be stellar, (because of a certain history of that song way back in our canon days concerning winpop-ups) for a brief moment, i was incarnated from lunar to stellar.
how do you do it? make me feel like i do
stellar. that was his analogy. it doesn't fit the traditional form of a song and it might take a second hear for someone to fully appreciate the beauty of its composition. but the more you hear it, the more clearly you see how each instrument fits to form the whole of it. it is in its demystification that it is most beautiful, transcending everything to crystal clear clarity.
you are stellar
now, i give you back the title of stellar as i fall down a step to become lunar. but know that that brief moment is most appreciated.