we live on broken rooftops and lost school books, eternally trying to see/seek/destroy "THE BIG PICTURE", but we can't we can't we can't we cannot. none of it will even matter once we figure out how to fall without losing touch of the trivial things in this so-called life. we are what you made us out to be, and everything else too. 'how does that work?', you ask. the answer was found months ago, hidden underneath train tracks and whispered hellos. but you've forgotten, haven't you? you have you have you have i haven't.
and it hurts, doesn't it? knowing you can't change this. knowing this will never be changed. because it has, and you aren't. if this is final, then we're fucked. if this is goodbye, then you're not ready. if this is the only way, then, well, you should have seen that coming.
this is the last, the first, the only.
me? i wouldn't miss it for the world.