you’re like the universe, something i have tried to make sense of but i have given up on the way because it would give up on me, give up on everything and then come back without the sign of regret while you bleed it all over us. i have found myself between the pages but only caught a glance of it before i sunk again and in that moment i understood, i saw that the only way is to keep running out of lead and thoughts to put into the white and black lines and that all the falling stars have been your thoughts that you’ve put on us to carry because we are like the paper that has always been there.