Instead of just looking up into the sky, you’re actually gazing down into the infinite cosmic abyss, with only gravity holding you onto the surface of the earth.
i was not prepared for that
I asked an old man:
“Which is more important?
To love or to be loved?”
Old man replied:
“Which is more important to a bird?
The left wing or the right wing?”
i really want to write but i’m not good with imagination and i’m such a perfectionist in the deepth of my heart i hate writing shit ugh