Main Character
Sometimes i don’t understand how people fail to look up
How they fail to notice
How they so easily criticize the way that I romantisize
But how can you not
When the world is in the palm of your hands
When the sunset hits the amber and gold leaves in the trees
Or when he finally gets down on one knee
I believe that pain demands to be felt
For days of sorrow are what shape the days of bliss
Days where the world leaves a bitter taste eventually wash down palatable
Ash to ash
No one ever really remembers anyway
So I encourage you
Look up, be kind, and romanticize the shit out of shit that doesn't matter
If it matters to you then it matters
Don’t forget that