motes swim
in the light
effortless
and intangible
darkness harbours
the shield
of invisibility
Mottled
A Blind Bird
There's no sky, just stars.
motes swim
in the light
effortless
and intangible
darkness harbours
the shield
of invisibility
A Blind Bird 
I can’t believe that anyone could write anything so moving about dust. It always seems like it’s dancing to me, when you look at it like that. Like ballet.
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Ehehe (*insert Loki’s laughter for no reason at all), thanks!
It does indeed look like ballet, one needs patience to observe the beauty of both. 🙂
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Ah, Loki. He can insert himself wherever he wants for whatever reason.
I rather like to watch stuff like that… It’s better than therapy.
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I just realised that my Loki comment was unintentionally sexual. *facepalm*
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Ahahaha, oh my God, your second comment made me laugh more than the first one! It’s okay. Innuendos can be unintentional. 😛
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Yeah, that either NEVER happens to me, or it happens a lot. Depends on the day. I only have extremes, apparently.
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Hahaha, then you need to beware of yourself today. 😉
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Luckily today is almost over. It’s like 10 pm here.
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Ah, then you have eluded danger for today. Phew!
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Except for that little slip-up I had here.
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Well, we’ll overlook that for now.
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motes! it’s like these words visit you a night prior and sing folks songs to you. lovely.
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Such a beautiful compliment. Thank you! Means a lot. :’)
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