I can see everything. All that is. All that was. All that ever could be.
I look at a star and it’s just a big ball of burning gas and I know how it began and I know how it ends and I was probably there both times. After a while, everything is just stuff! That’s the problem. You make all of space and time your backyard and what do you have? A backyard.
What if after everything that I’ve been through, something’s gone wrong inside me? What if I’m becoming bad?
From the beginning she was impossible. The impossible girl.
And I’m dying to know is it killing you like it’s killing me?