Seven Minutes before you die,
You'll be flashed with the best memories of your life.
Seven Minutes before you leave,
You will hold on to them but not grieve.

Live for memories, for yourself.
And may life give you rest.

Do you ever feel
Like you're a bug?

I mean
Think about it
They get punished
For just existing
And in the world we live in
We are born in to this madness
With the only escape
Being death

Bugs come in all different shapes and sizes
Still bugs nonetheless
But when we see an ant just minding it's business
We step on it
And when we see a butterfly
we take a picture

Bugs get squashed
By people

People get squashed
By people

Do you see what I mean?

"Bertha."

"Yes, gorgeous."

"I've been thinking..."

"Did it hurt?"

"Aha-ha, no, it was easy. Shall we get married this coming Valentine's Day?"

"That's a bit short notice, babe."

"The truth is, it's been booked for a while—St Peter's Church, 2 p.m. Everything is arranged: we have flowers, invites ready to go, and I've even got you a dress fitting appointment for tomorrow afternoon. All you have to do is say yes."

"Oh, babe... oh, my love..."

"Hey, I didn't mean to be pushy. Oh... I've made you cry. I'm so very sorry, I'll cancel..."

"No, you won't! I'm so happy. Kiss me."

"Is that a yes?"

"Of course it is! YES! YES! YES!"

A fateful night,
I was restless,
Sleep fleeting my young eyes.
So I rose from bed,
And to my desk I sat.
My pen curled in my fingers,
I wrote.
I wrote of a girl,
Made of spare paper,
And discarded ink.
But never did I guess,
My writing would come true.
Yet come next morning before me lay,
A paper girl with inky eyes.

I am scared
Worried
Overthinking
Because it all matters.

I love the imagery
Of you sitting next to me
Close to me
Being with me

For now, I love that imagery
Unfortunately
That's all imaginary

Unlike life,
Love has meaning
To cherish and be cherished

Unlike life,
Love is pretty
Is the face that i long for and remember

Unlike life,
Love is colorful
Like an abstract painting that captures emotion

Unlike life,
Love is predictable
Like a terrible chess player or bad movie plot

Unlike life,
Love will stay
For as long as love would

And unlike life,
I don't want love to end
I don't want love to leave.

I will walk miles to meet you
If I know you’re walking too
towards me.



Shell ✨🐚