Today I learned what happens when I treat people like canvases.

Everything became an illusion of the ideal. Then the tiny tear occurs, and I can't help but peek inside and take a glimpse at what the world really looks like.

And what a disappointment it was. Everything beautiful remained so, just so hopelessly out of reach that I couldn't help but smile like someone who appreciates a thorough, crushing defeat.

I wanted to live in an idealized world where everything was romantic-- but then things turn out human and--

Stars aren't really there-- just after images of things that died long ago. I guess I'm not making sense, but that's what I had to say, anyway.