They did drugs, I did you.
That was the only high I ever needed.
Some do drugs, others go out for a run, but at the end we’re all just searching for that tiny space, perhaps a hole, that gives us shelter from the terrible reality of the world.
I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed — once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.
When we first met, we discussed our views on death. You showed me this beautiful piece and with spoken word you painted a picture of the most magnificent destruction I had ever seen. A tragedy masked by vibrant colors. Visions, ambience and spirits that I had never once felt before. This is how you imagined it all come to an end. Chaos before you but peace and acceptance in the mind, in the soul. For us, this song was only the beginning. This is too fucking difficult for me to listen to now that you’re gone. So why the fuck can’t I just stop listening? Goodnight.
Why can’t people be really fucking spontaneous more often. Like why don’t people get on buses in the middle of the night to see someone or call them and say what they feel exactly how they feel it. It’s all fucking mundane shit, trying to keep your cool, playing hard to get, hinting and confusing signals
I just wanna go on more adventures. Be around good energy. Connect with people. Learn new things. Grow.