"You are a fictional character or some badass girl from an all time hit American movie. No. You are a lunar trick. You are the most beautiful and terrifying trick. You are an illusion not even Houdini could master. You are smoke and you are dust. You disappear from me. You are not the stars. You are the moon, playing hide and seek with beautifully damaged parts of your alluring soul. And I stand here waiting for you to disappear. I imagine the mist growing thick and swallowing you whole. And the worst part is that I’m afraid the thought of you disappearing so simply almost makes you so happy. You disappear a little more each day, so thin and pale, like a wisp of smoke. One day you will surely vanish altogether. And there is no way to stop you."