It's perfect.
It's beautiful.
The hurt, it was meant to be.
Karmic retribution is shit.
This is chance.
Nature doesn't fuck around.
It gives and takes.
Loves and hates.
If I'm honest, I knew it was coming.
I wanted to see it. Unwrap it. Admire it.
Tuck it into bed, sing a dream melody.
This. This is right. This is me.
If I saw the train coming, I'd step out.
It's when I don't see that I worry. Want to be set free.
Run little legs. Just keep on running. You can go forever. I'm sure of it.
You've got at least a hundred more miles. Then maybe we nap.
Just look at me. Look in these eyes, search for something. Anything.
I dare you.
What can you find? Will it be real, or...? I think I'm blind. There's emptiness behind these eyes.
But also magnificence. Can the two find love?
I just want.
