steal the stars Steal Orion. Steal Rigel.
Steal stories you read when you were little. Steal the ending.
Steal the prologue. Steal the thoughts of that child lying in the gym.
Stealing the sexual cool breeze of early summer. steal cigarettes.
Steal the smoke. Stealing anything other than the crushing pain of sentimentality.
steal the night Cut off my writhing outline and steal it.
Steal a well-written lie to fill in the blanks.
Steal only the traveler's trajectory. I steal the sound of rain that I heard in a room bathed in the setting sun.
Stealing a stolen past.

The torn clouds moved north and south, and I stood there, at a loss.
I want to be a kind person, I want to be a perfect person.
I've been looking for something, and I'd like to deliver it to you.
I don't think I'll make it in time. It doesn't seem like we'll make it in time.

It's my shadow. We will always be like this.