stardust through the cracks

Then I found the magic of books.

I could stay safely hidden away while living a thousand lives.

As the saying goes, many of the good die young

While the bad grow old.

And for that fate we’ll never know how many souls are sold

To tempt odds or tempt gods,

That I’m not really living this life

And that one day, when the days become irreplaceable

And it burst out of me into a warm, a real laugh.

This is what it feels like to be young and to be alive.

And on next Sunday, you’ll bump into someone by accident, and they will turn into the friend you grab a coffee with every weekend.

Three years from now, a book will be written that changes the way you see yourself and all the lives around you.

And in a decade, you will stand at the top of a mountain, with your breath taken away by the view of the city and sea below that you have never seen.

There is time.

Waves cease crashing, wind is still,