Happy New Year darlings.
New start and all that jazz. But not really. People will change if they need it, if they're capable.
Here's to finding the strength to being the people we want to be.
And a bloody good night.
I dreamt of golden stairs and full length windows, staring across a beautiful city. I dreamt of childhood sweethearts and lost innocence. I dreamt of an evil cupid, caves and infinate stars.
To me you are infinate.
Always always always.
Now and forever.
Beyond death. Beyond life. Beyond faith.
Whether thats the beauty of life, or the beauty of you.
I don't know.
"Why" doesn't matter.
"How" doesn't matter.
Was always, and always will be.
Some say love shouldn't be held on a pedestal. Mostly it's confusing, disastrous, hurtful. Beautiful, yes, so beautiful. But there are so many other beautiful things to live for, not just love. The stars, infinite and beyond human capacity. The world. Damn, the world is beautiful. Why not go, see, revel in the wonder? Art, not all, but some touches you in that part of your soul that you so desperately keep from all around you. The smallest, most hidden corner is drawn out, exposed. Faith, faith in God, faith in people. Just the hope that there is so much more than the here and now, the magnificence we can see is not pure coincidence. These may be a result of love. But I think it's a result of the passion human beings are born with. Love and these are the same thing. No more, no less.