# 8; * but me, i'm still a sunbeam

whatever resides in my soul has yet to reach its full potential. i have a long way to go. the sun peeks beyond the horizon & my heart flees into its jail cell. looking up but the top just never seems to get any closer. one day there's gonna be nothing left but dust. to be human is to be your own undoing. looking at you everything starts to make a little bit of sense. so i hold on like my life depends on it. flakes of snow with patterns never to be seen by any living thing. the deafening silence of muted crackling at the end of your favorite record. it's an eerie thing but i kept it to remember how you made me feel. the stars within my chest are burning me up from the inside out. ectoplasm fills my lungs and my fingertips feel like feathers. i see everything then nothing at all. the light's green so hurry up. bottles and bottles of tears fill my cabinets— theyre all i have. the world around me suddenly grew so real it all seemed fake. i've been burned down to the end of the wick. i'm the last, unreachable drop at the bottom of a wine bottle. someday a love letter will become stained with it like a tear. i say so much yet nothing at all. glassy eyes that shed stardust. i'll see you tomorrow and then the day after that. drive safe

xoqr