Here, There, and Everywhere

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.

[howdoyousolveaproblemlikemalia]

my heartbeat has a stutter, don't listen, don’t speak of living, it’s all become too embarrassing, these thoughts are tying knots in my stomach and twisting red ribbons around my wrists, my words taste like an apology, they cower in the back of my throat ceaselessly whispering I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry for existing

[howdoyousolveaproblemlikemalia]

Life is a draft which never becomes final. A rehearsal for a play which never goes on stage.