threehundredtwentyfivethousandsixhundred minutes are coming to an end.
there was confetti, there were, songs, stars in our eyes and there sure was magic.
more than anything there was magic and more than anything I believe that there will be magic in each of the new days that will be given to us from tomorrow on.
and all of those blank paper days we'll fill with our words, our colours, our lipstick kisses and our songs.
our happiness, our love, our sadness.
be a wild child, be a believer in the moon, black cats and glitter and wear stars under your eyes.
tonight, light a sparkler, think of all the things you will create, all the dances you will dance, all the kisses, all the early mornings, the freckles, the starshine.
it's all waiting for you.