Sometimes, in these endless moments, I allow myself to let go of everything. It's almost as if I stop existing for a moment, and become everything else. I am the heavy air, struggling to carry the weight of its secrets. I am the trembling stars, afraid of the moment they might burst and become nothing. I am the crumbling sky, fated to watch helplessly while the stars burned. I am the outstretched trees, desperately trying to keep the sky from falling in. You see, in this moment, I realize even the world is more fucked up than I could ever be.
-Forever, Raine