sometimes I still wonder how the light gets into my eyes/bouncing off invisible particles in a soundless rush/the photons dance on my eyelids and blur through the stupid tears that come when you look at something that's too bright and wonderful/like the sun/like happily glowing streetlamps/and your eyes tear up because there are too many photons that traversed lightyears of space just to fall softly on your face and in your eyes/when you don't deserve it/and it is too much to comprehend the many photons of light and the distance between their home and your retinas/so the tears leak out/

I think it is better to be happy and learn as you go/to evolve and die progressively/to be foolish and hungry and wondering/so there is room for the simple pleasure of finally getting it right/and eventually we will all die/leaving a trail of emotions and insignificant traces of a life almost well lived/but we still lust for more/even when we have enough/so live fully/live like the movies did/live as fleeting as happiness and as unpredictable as weather/because that's all the life we imperfect beings will get/as long as we are infinite in each other's eyes/we will be immortal/or something very much like it/like light/fall softly upon the earth/like light/linger on the fringes of life