And everyone’s competing for a love they won’t receive
We live in a universe devoted to the creation, and eradication, of beauty.
You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries. It does not resurrect.
The real heroes anyway aren’t the people doing things; the real heroes are the people noticing things, paying attention.
There is no magic. There is no big reveal, there is no behind the curtain. The world is not a wish granting factory.
My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.
the sound of rain on this house of glass has become so loud
and the walls, I hear them talk
and you’ve swung the wrecking ball
and bought everything down
you were all i need
but a small and deadly seed has taken root
and you let it grow