When I talk of that light, I'm again struck by how The darkness has spread its majesty all over the land. •caption• When I spoke of stars and moons I veiled behind my lids, I didn't remember to tell you that I was not one of those kinds. When I flaunted those kinds, and their smoky eyes, I drove theories about how they painted their lips perfectly. When I lectured about perfection to air that was imperfect, I was reminded of how I'm, definitely not flawless.