It’s not flawless. But it’s still what you want.

You’d like to think you’re able to tell the difference between the deceased and the living. You can’t. For some reason, this doesn’t bother you. Sure, you may look down and think everything amid you is still how you left it; except you have this strange feeling in the pit of your stomach- it’s just there and you have no intention of doing anything about it. What could you possibly do?
Double take shadows? Gaze into voids? Sift through the patterns?
(Ironically enough, you actually do most of these things.)
This may seem remarkably contradicting, it isn’t your aim.
These habitual takes have gotten you nowhere, so now you suppose you’ll just live.  It’s a funny thing- what acceptance will do to a human being.

And so, you wonder if they ever really wake up happy. You know? If they ever wake up WANTING to embark on some routinely monotonous journey. Probably not.
But you did. You woke up today and you were happy.

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We do not own the sky

Stop asking questions. There is nothing to figure out. The answers you are seeking will not validate you.
You don’t mean to mechanically heed given information, of course, but instead arrest complications and over analytical measures. There is nothing to figure out in your head.

Now, he is a strange and magnificent creature and he has enchanted you completely. You and relationships don’t exactly compliment each other and it’s often the type of thing you love to stay away from, yet he is a delightful significant other, whimsical in every way. You’ll wait helplessly for him to come around and when he does you’ll hope to god it isn’t the mystery in it all that has captured you.  

You know we are broken; it isn’t your desertion that is the primary cause of the crumble- although it may aid heavily- there is no way you could possibly be the one to blame. They probably haven’t taken into account their belligerent and pompous nature. You do not wish to be around that and you don’t know anyone who would (except for the hopelessly captivated and the weak).
Love her for the hell of it and for gods sake, BE NICE!