as of late, i’ve become fascinated with skulls
forgiveness and understanding
nature’s absolute perfection
you walk into an elevator, it goes down.
but then sends you back up.
and you can’t stop it.
how do you stop it ?
only certain people have the touch to feel and appreciate its value and its worth
only certain people have the understanding to enjoy all the fuss and racket
only certain people have the wits to keep and admire its texture and weight
only certain people have the heart to have it, to share it, to spill it, to wear it, to feel it, and to recognize it courses through every vein, until blood serves no other purpose than to be red and then black
only certain people can handle the responsibility of knowing that we die and that it’s okay to play with fate, or, fire and glass, just as sunlight plays with ice, to accept the repercussions of all actions had and to be had and to live by and stand by the essence of a moment. this all the while remembering the well-being of others as well as the well being of one’s own
i think i’ve lost my damn imagination
when we get older, people will die and there will be many accounts left online and deserted. kind of eerie.