spikev3 I like how my edit has come back to my dash from you.

We’ll Always Have Forever

Like a plane too heavy and going down fast, I jettisoned everything from my mind I thought was bringing me down. But in truth, what I lost was what I needed to keep going. So, writing from a cockpit I didn’t choose, my final words from a second life. All of the things I’ve learned in the past five years I can sum in a few pages. Years worth of experiences condensed down into words on paper.

“The beauty in everything is that it’s all finite,” is what I keep telling myself like I’ll actually believe it. But truth be told I want infinity, I want a forever. But overlapping selfishness doesn’t feel great. And I’ve been digging up skeletons, questioning things that can’t even answer me back, just to figure out where it all began, because I don’t want to bury myself like I did them. But still they keep me awake and I’ve been putting bullets through my head just to get to sleep. Unload the gun and keep pulling the trigger till I fall asleep.

“It’s okay.” “Is it really, though?” “No, but that’s what you’re supposed to say, isn’t it?” And why are we conditioned to bury and hide and put away everything in drawers, in closets, underground? Like how when we say “It’s kind of a funny story,” it hardly ever is. Sometimes the load doesn’t always have to be lightened to make the impact easier.

When I reach the end will it really be the end? Or will I start over again until I get it right? But isn’t reincarnation just a form of postponement? How many lifetimes until I get it right?

Please just tell me in another universe I’m happy and I promise I’ll try to find solace in this one.

nevver:

Fruit loops, Tiny PMS match
nevver:

Fruit loops, Tiny PMS match
nevver:

Fruit loops, Tiny PMS match
nevver:

Fruit loops, Tiny PMS match
nevver:

Fruit loops, Tiny PMS match
nevver:

Fruit loops, Tiny PMS match

nevver:

Fruit loops, Tiny PMS match