again

alexander mcqueen was like a shooting star.

just wait, i promise this won't be corny.

he started somewhere very far away from me, and somewhere that must have seemed very insignificant to my daily life at the time.  and he burned bright, blazing a trail across the fashion sky in a constellation no one had seen before.  some dubbed the new star cluster crazy, but others called it inspired.  he shone in ways people didn't know it was possible to shine and burned himself into our eyelids, so that whenever we closed our eyes we saw a vivid afterimage, though not as bright as the cosmic event itself.  he ended quickly, as all meteors must, but he laid the starry path for others with his brilliant and dazzling light.