There are these tiny pebbles on my bedside nightstand...
Cold winter creeping in with a blizzard and a whiteout without any reason other than, "this is how things are done around here."
We want more than we are, and to be more than we are. The tension brings rise to imagination-captivating inventions that bring us closer to the Middle.
You could ruin my life And that would be just fine Because I would rather die with you by my side Than ask "what if?" in the afterlife
Give me your hand and we can walk to the edge of the ocean, if you'd like. We won't jump in, but if we find some flat, smooth stones along the way, maybe we can have a skipping competition. We'll count the ripples, even if there's only one.