Mind > Matter

when the song tackles you to the ground and starts beating the ever loving shit out of you

I love you, crowsfeet; I love you, gray hairs; I love you, sun spots; I love you, smile lines; I love you, crinkle between my eyebrows; I love you, crooked smile; I love you, visible signs of a life lived

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i've had enough of being so brave about it i want to start screaming

In another life im a green summer dress hanging on a clothing line somewhere sunny

at least the colour green exists