i find it amazing that right now, i am the same age as the next president, the next mozart, the next hitler. we are all connected on this rock by one constant; age. and the biggest lie people tell is that it is but a number. no, age brings down colosseums, colors and dries up seas and raises up hunger and highlights those little things we like to believe in that, in the long run, don’t matter. in short, age makes the universe only a delicate pen in a sixteen-year-old’s collection of phoenixes and decay.
god will only be
tolerant of my ideas,
but you loved them so.
this has been the worst summer of my life