people tell me it's a sin to know and feel too much within.
mellowed out and useless. some philosopher once said that we are made up of particles from everyone else. the reason we see objects and other people is because we contain a part of them. the butterflies are passive agressive and put their problems on the shelf, but they're beautiful. pieces of everything are suddenly fitting together. it's like the past couple of months, everything has been leading up to this point. rain, sunny skies and windy nights. after all these years, you're back like you never even left. rain, sunny skies and windy nights. is your view from heaven as gorgeous as the one from the window? just leave me alone. please, just leave me alone.
(my cutie-pants parents. in paris. in the rain.)