Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on highhh.

Sometimes late at night I think about all the things that have been, all the things that haven't, and all the things yet to be. If my heart could explode into a billion tiny pieces and scatter themselves all over the world. If I could live on sunlight and city sounds and fall asleep in those thousands of lighted windows. I wonder if this world will ever make sense to me, if I will ever truly understand anything, and if there's really anything to understand at all..

It's not that I believe everything happens for a reason. It's just that I think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universes way of providing contrast, you know? There has to be a few holes in the road, because that's just how life is.