everytime i stare at the ceiling, the thoughts just come back. how our part is so minuscule in the universe, but without it, it wouldn’t be complete. we piece it all together and must accept its beauty. life. you fell in love because of the innocence and the true compassion that you saw. im still here. but i dont even know where you are anymore. im your home. go back to being humble, i fell in love with that. what if this wasnt real? its okay to be alone, its all a matter of accepting it. but youre never alone. you should be happy. no expectations, no disappointments.

i sound crazy. you dont get it. you dont get me.