I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams
Owl City - Fireflies.
I've been shit the past few days.
But the more I talk about it, the better I feel.
The more I think about it, the stronger I become.
The more I see them, the less it affects me.
The more I kill my tears, the more I understand.
The more I breathe, the less I anger.
The more love I get, the less jealous I feel.
The more I smile, the less I die.
The more I hear, the more it's real.
The more I love, the more I forgive.
I'm okay. I'm still a little rough around the edges when I deal with it, but I'm dealing with it a million times better than Sunday night. I'm a lot less broken and I have all of my shattered heart nicely tucked away in a brown papyrus envelope (with a vial of vinegar) in a cryptex in a carbon nanofiber tube of 6 inch thickness in a diamond sphere in the thickest safe known to mankind (also made with the same material as the chamber it is in) in a vault that blasts out icicles every 2 seconds in a titanium chamber coated with 3 inches of beryllium and 10 inches of tungsten in a laser room underground in a concrete building in a stone fort on a mountain top in a vacuum force field. =)
So, yes.
I'm fine. =)
Jason Derülo - Whatcha.
