Hum! I do wonder why that is such an appealing phrase to me. It always has been, alongside the idea of living underwater. But really! It is a pretty and gentle sort of image, but when you think of either one, you'd just end up dead. Because if a REAL star fell, and you caught it, you'd be smushed, pulverized, mince-meat, blown up, dust in the wind. And you can't live underwater without gills, so...You'd become bloated from the water and then decay.


But I like to think of things like magic whoooooo! Blast all that science junk! WE NEEDS MAGICK!





Haha, no, I love science. Except when I get into silly debates about it. Then my reasons go unjustified and I'm stuck with a dumbfound look and a yearning for someone to help me out of this rut!


Alas, however, if I could catch a star without dying, it would be so amazing, wouldn't it? A little world of your own. Despite what I see and say sometimes, I just can't help but find things pretty magical in their own rights.


As well, happy holidays! And...I wish I could play piano... Ah, harp would be nice too...Damn those foolhardy attempts at playing that violin! If only it was supposed to sound that way...