Everything has a season, and it is inevitable that if you pull off the leaves before autumn, you will get your heart broken.
I have never believed in karma. I've seen too many menches suffer while schlemiels won the prize.
But if there is such a thing, I am willing to concede that I deserve the short end of this branch.
We own the wailing that will begin once the dust settles and loneliness sets in.
I leapt toward the light like a firefly blinded by a reckless abandon, and careful meditation colluding together like Yoko and Lenny.
Love-hate, genius-fate, and inevitable chaos.
The future.
Beautiful, kind, brilliant, while it's burning, piercing, and rewinding.
Love-hate, genius-fate, and inevitable chaos.
Love-hate, genius-fate, and inevitable chaos.
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