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I layed on a rooftop in the night recently and fixed my eyes on a few bright stars as the clouds blew past grey lit up by the moon against the dark black expanse and I tried to feel the earth rotating in space and somehow I manage to always find it exhilarating thinking about the endlessness and I've found a sort of peace in the flows of life on this planet and in this universe. A kind of release. It's something I'm still building to, but as each tiny era of my life closes and these strange new ones open I get closer to something.
Everyone I love takes on different shapes of these miraculous spaces I can be and release in that I bounce against in ways that always change. When I'm most honest I'm so in love in a way that is synonymous with peace. That kind of honesty can be so terrifying when I forget that I'm okay and simply alive.
Everyone I love takes on different shapes of these miraculous spaces I can be and release in that I bounce against in ways that always change. When I'm most honest I'm so in love in a way that is synonymous with peace. That kind of honesty can be so terrifying when I forget that I'm okay and simply alive.