#infinityfact

Since the day I was born, I have been seeking the meaning of life. I have been so invested in feeling infinite, that I often forget that it's the little things which add up to infinities. It's not the hard earned money, or the fancy ball gowns. I just lay on the floor and listen to music, and sing along and close my eyes, and wait for my surroundings to disappear. And I know my mom can hear me singing, and I know my brother is laughing at how bad my voice is, but it does not matter. In that moment, I feel infinite.

August is the 8th month of the year, and the number 8 is an infinity loop. What if all months are just repetitions of one? A time loop?

The books you touch, the pages you turn and the characters you meet are the part of the little infinity universe gave to you.

Love is not kissing or hugging, and all about the action. It's the little things. The little things will always matter. Handwritten letters, poetry, literature and quotes. They will stand the ravages of time and push you into an infinity so beautiful, you wouldn't wanna come out.