All life's moments are really just the same picture different colors.
I'm staring at the green and black and blue in my life. If I could touch the stars I'd realize that they're just floating parts of elements that make up the rest of the universe. I'd see that they're only pretty from where gravity roots me down. I'd know everything's an illusion, a picture, a whatever anything we want, wish, would like it to be.There's no lid strong enough to contain all you'd rather keep trapped inside yourself.
My mind's fucking peeking it's head out of the water.
