i can be your hero.

✩┊ — with golden string our [ universe ] was clothed in light; pulling at the seams our once barren w o r l d now brims with life that we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes. i guess s p a c e, and time takes violent things, angry things and makes them kind.  we are the dust of dust? we are the apple of god’s eye? we are infinite as the universe we hold inside?  infinity times infinity, let there be light.