someone once asked me what love sounds like and i remember thinking of your voice, or more specifically the way my name sounds coming from your mouth. when i think of love, i think of your laughter. when i think of love, i think of you. i like to think of your body like a universe and maybe i want to drown in that underwater city inside your chest. someone once asked me what love looks like and i remember thinking of your chest, rising and falling. i remember thinking of your messy hair on lazy afternoons, our bodies tangled together like two halves of a love letter. they say that everyone’s heartbeat is unique but if you listen closely enough, you can hear my heart beating at the same rhythm as yours, like you and i were destined to be together but i often become terrified because infinity minus a number is still infinity, and if i were to subtract me from you…you would still be you.

Life is one
Big
Huge
Gigantic
Humongous
                      .....
Diverse
Fantastically perverse metaphor

For what happens after you die

So make sure to be happy while you have a choice in the matter