i wanted to tell him tell him tell him but i couldnt i want to tell him tell him tell him but i cant and i realise we are exposed to beauty so real and there but not actually existent in our own world we just view it so clearly as if through a clean sheet of glass that we cant get through like events we are aware of and make you think and make you tear and feel but you cant do anything about it except to feel and theres nothing you can do about it so why does it matter

today: i learnt that a falling man can fly but he was once human too