Some nights I just
feel the world turning and it's so beautiful and you think that you have to be
doing something extraordinary or daring or life threatening to feel like this,
but I'm just sitting in my bed and things just make sense so I cry and can't not
think about messed up things and how the universe is constantly expanding and
we'll never have enough to fill it up but it's okay because this moment right
here right now is enough for me and everything makes sense when most of the
time it doesn't and these nights I just don't want this feeling it end.
And I'm typing in Helvetica because apparently it's the most perfect font and it just feels right for tonight. I hate that teachers told us never to use run on sentences because sometimes they just fit in the occasion.
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