i was quiet. but i was not blind
keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable
do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences
there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking it makes it so
this time last year, everything was so different
we do not grow absolutely, chronologically. we grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. we grow partially. we are relative. we are mature in one realm. childish is another. the past, the present and the future mingle and pull us backward, forward or fix us in the present. we are made up of layers, cells, constellations
you taste like sunshine
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