i don’t know whats happening to me. i understand now this is part of my life. but love is still so important to me. i wouldn’t have it any other way—i feel immense grief—i think about it everyday—i don’t know how i feel about time and its illusion; my illusions, and how it’ll reverberate and has. looking back nothing makes sense, but you always kinda figure. looking back it all makes sense. things will happen and i genuinely think im going to die in love laughing somewhere.










