In perspective of everything, I am nothing.

A* minor blip in time and space.
Microscopic compared to the entire universe.

Maybe I am small, but I'm
Enjoying it anyways.


m.k.j

i'm not sure if we
are victims of
circumstance
or blessed by
coincidence

i'm not sure if it
is selfish to say,
or if i deserve to
say this after
all this time, but

i love you,
i love you

i think people die because they're all used up. whether they're 18 or 80, something inside them has run out of fuel. something inside them wants to be loved, or idolized, or immortalized or whatever they're after and they've run out of whatever makes it happen. so they die or they **** themselves and they fulfill their greatest desire; to be lost, to be mourned, and to escape the void they've been digging themselves out of their entire lives. six feet under.

People don't smoke.
The cigarette smokes.
People are the suckers.

10W
Soul Survivor

you're sister said i seemed
different* and he sighs when
i tell him *not different,
just sad

there is a small silence as he
loads up his truck, and when he is
not looking, i say

*but i guess, for you, that means
different