The Earth never crosses it's own path. Not only is it not in a circular orbit around the sun, it is not even in an elliptical orbit around the sun. Everything drifts. Nothing matches the architype perfectly. None of us is perfect. Everything is imperfect. The imperfections create our identity. The only way I know I exist is by my variation from the ideal. I am error. I am alive.
Please leave format credit to 1986! I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free. “
My, life no longer exists nor does my heart but I know one thing, that she's my Life and I let her go because I was being stupid I'm so sorry :( there's nothing I can do now there's no point in loving anymore
me: what if everything you see right now is just a hallucination caused by inhaling oxygen friend1: is that why when you stop breathing you black out friend2: GUYS STOP MAKING ME QUESTION MY EXISTENCE