Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, “you owe me.” Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

it’s always little things that to the surface brings the comfort and the pain, the fear inside the smile.
We lose along the way the things we leave behind, along the precipice of things we should not climb.
And I’m the first in line.
...The mountain that you climb, just to take a fall—

that I would be good even if I lost sanity
that I would be good
whether with or without you