Death and love. What else do I fucking think about?
There might be a limit to the amount of times I can use the word 'fuck.' Like how there is a limit to the number of times I will cut my hair, or the number of orgasms I will have. Turns out I can only take so many breaths in a world where everything seems to break down. Even the stars that live in the sky are destined to burn out. We push onward, creating a future, creating a purpose, forgetting occasionally that our own experience will fizzle out.
And that is fine. Fucking fine.
Why should I be so special? Everyone whom has ever come before me had an expiration date. We might like to put up great epitaphs as to how invincible our hearts were when they were filled with life, and they are written on something that will fade.
We savor moments.
The night our lips first touched. The sounds of your breath as I lay on your breast. The dance we did that brings life into this world.
Some people are anxious about the future, others the past.
I am obsessed with time travel.
The very idea of being able to correct any mistake and make a lifetime as perfect as possible. Or, to see the evolution/destruction of man kind. I want to see all versions of this love play out. I want to save you from the end of the world. I want to save you from death.
Fuck.
And that is fine. Fucking fine.
Why should I be so special? Everyone whom has ever come before me had an expiration date. We might like to put up great epitaphs as to how invincible our hearts were when they were filled with life, and they are written on something that will fade.
We savor moments.
The night our lips first touched. The sounds of your breath as I lay on your breast. The dance we did that brings life into this world.
Some people are anxious about the future, others the past.
I am obsessed with time travel.
The very idea of being able to correct any mistake and make a lifetime as perfect as possible. Or, to see the evolution/destruction of man kind. I want to see all versions of this love play out. I want to save you from the end of the world. I want to save you from death.
Fuck.