Ruffled Feathers

I adored you. Goodbye.

I didn’t understand it at the time, but I do now. The things that make us unhappy fade, so do the things that make us happy. Everything fades eventually: feelings, people, life. All you can do is flow with it and know that tomorrow will bring more things that make you happy, while remembering that there will always be those unhappy elements interspersed with the good. We inevitably will lose the things we love most, this is life.

I refuse to believe that anyone in this universe has a brighter soul than you.

You can't control the outcome, only how you react to it. 29 more credits till graduation. 5 more days till my 20th birthday.

My life is a continuous string of misinterpreted good intentions.

35 more credits till graduation... save me. 

“Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, wainting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.”