Royales comet

I once graced the sky like a single angel falling through clouds staring pass the shadow of light casted by the warm blush of a fragile moon, only to feel left behind from the love of hugging stars. The taste of cold air restrained my breath as my heartbeat lied strong throbbing in my throat, words only compromised by shallow sips of consciousness weaving in and out of my memories existence. I have never feared the light in all my passings, and been so welcoming of the embrace of darkness for the thought to complex to make out figure eights aligned with emotions written in sound, spilled into hope. Wishes fall short of every long drawn out sentence awaiting dramatic climax but these ends are most subtle not even a whisper good bye...