what if i spent years pouring my existence on a novel so someone would read them and survive. what if i decided that someone's life meant so much more than the world itself. what if i burnt down the whole world so that someone would find a home in the wrecks. what if I was made of love and the most indomitable human spirit to save someone and to be a vessel for their vicarious catharsis. what if I traverse through the emptiness of the cosmos for the slim chance of finding someone. what if I tried to understand someone to the point our souls and egos merge into one. what if I risked my own happiness and divided myself into fragments to be the god of the new world to provide my companions with safety amidst the chaos






















