A prism sitting on a dusty black shelf
A band screaming their lungs out with nobody to hear
A small deer hiding amongst the brambles
Tweedy pinstripes on an old suit
A golden cage around a black heart
That one laundry chair
Old photographs
A boy king
The smell of an old book while it’s still new
Worlds colliding in fire and chunks of rock
A young man chasing lovestruck after a dryad
An innocuous passerby with a gun in his pocket
The magic hour between dusk and dawn
A whispered “Goodnight”
The thrill of going places you’ve never been by experiencing them through postcards
A battered locket with mother-of-pearl linings
Dry cigarettes
The outskirts of a city where the lights go out at nine
Quiet smiles at one’s own jokes
Brighter smiles at the jokes of others
A crystal ball cracked into the shape of a heart, with lightning-shaped fractures and the splintered pieces like gold on the floor
The satisfaction of the end of a mystery novel
The coolness of an autumn evening, with shooting stars overhead
Fire trapped a jar
Rain hiding the trees from sight

*hearts float everywhere* Excellent.