the universe collapsed and recreated itself in calum when the sunlight spilling from his lips was brighter than that of the sun that warms our earth. and the stars latched onto his veins and infiltrated his blood stream until there was nothing left inside him but barren bone and stunning solar systems. mother nature kissed his lungs, and there, flourishing flowers found their place. the sun found his mind and danced under the moonlight that resided there until an array of lovely words took it’s place. he is a fantastically beautiful composition of space and earth, and i swear even the moon loses her hold on the ocean when she looks at him.