I’ll either run out of tears,
Or I’ll run out of breath.
I can’t tell which first,
And I don’t know what’s best.

Imagine the width of forgiveness that subsists in the breath of the world, for beauty continues to exist even when we don’t deserve it.

(I want to do something to deserve it)

How serene it is to smile and actually see the reasons why.

If you think too hard about anything, you’ll lose touch with everything. If you don’t think hard enough, you’ll never touch anything at all.

The beach. The ocean. The sunset. A cruise ship.

With eyes wide to the world setting around you, the floating city races the falling sun to the horizon. It’s fading movements keep track of time; it reminds us of its passing.

The beach. The ocean. The sunset. A (fading) cruise ship.

The ship drifts closer to its oblivion beyond the skyline. We beg it to stay as long as it can, but it is slowly swallowed by the next destination.

The beach. The ocean. The sunset.

Soon, the sun chases the ship into a world that we don’t have access to. We never do find out if the sun is able to catch up or where they go when they’re gone. All we know is he takes the rest of the world with him, and we are left with darkness.

No beach. No ocean. No sunset. No cruise ship.

Only darkness.

And you, you must go collide with your next horizon.

Eventually, you’ll make it to the floating city in the sky.