Valentin/Stereotypes

You are not always the most clear of folk. As it should be.
Secrets, stories and the greatest beauties are the cat's things to bear.
Some of us are gone, and some need the world to believe we are.
Are we miracle workers or children entranced by a glowing, red stove?
Perhaps, someday, you'll understand that you need not work alone.
Could you just not, for like, five minutes?
Where once there was purpose, you know only hunger.
...Uh... What... What if not?
What a lovely notion.
What is a world with no light like?
I've never met one. Would be terribly interesting, though.
You are kidding me, right? Some things actually are just stories.
I am sorry.