A night filled with shiny little sparkles. Last weekend I even dreamed about it! In the middle of the night I opened my eyes and some 'sparkle-fog' hung around my bed. It was beautiful and scary at the same time. But in real life, sparkles are also both beautiful and scary. I mean, it is fire what i'm holding in these photos. And fire can be a danger and I associate danger with scary things, don't you? But then we have the other hand, fire is also fucking beautiful to look at. And then take those 'butterfly-sparkles' when you fall in love at someone or something. Love is one of the most beautiful things in the world, but love.. Love can be scary as hell. Enough, one more word about sparkles and i'm actually starting to see them again!