Nothing will ensure that this will last. Everything will go wrong, end in abundant feelings of pain I can’t steer clear of experiencing and neither will you. Gravity isn’t so gentle on all of its letdowns we constantly have to face here.
But I can’t let it stop me from this refreshing love life can surround me with.
Forever isn’t real and nothing is promised or permanent but god damn I’ll be worst at best if I deny myself this fucking light I finally reached. My eyes adjusting I can see so much more of the world and notice the galaxies internally forming that I once refused to place a desire on.
(You’ll get over me and leave but I’d rather enjoy what I love to and notice the beauty in what I’m living alongside. The good is in fighting against the current waiting for that wind to change.)










