You’re on a different road, I’m in the milky way
The only way to last
And the only way to live it
Is to Hold on when you get Love
And Let Go when you give it.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
—
Someone very wise.
Dispatched from the West Coast.
I have come to realize that I truly have no concept of time.
Conceptually I lament its constraints but in practice I act with reckless disregard.
From Death, Life
The earth dies, a slender blade of grass emerges.
We break up, we meet someone who gives us hope.
We cry and break down and clench our fists, we wake up the next day to soft morning light that makes last night seem like a bygone nightmare.
Dust blooms; take notice.
Dispatched from the West Coast.
Perfection.
Dispatched from the West Coast.
