maybe the most unselfish thing the sun can do is keep his distance, knowing that drawing things towards him, even if he’s choking with loneliness, would be catastrophic.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.