The mountains around my eyes set on fire before I could even swallow my own spit.

I was born a boy with many opinions, and now I'm a men who doesn't really care about anything.

This beautiful thing happens every day.

It's called the sun.

It's called my blood.

And it's the only thing making us want to be alive.

 

A MOUND OF DUST THAT LIGHT SOMEHOW SEEPS THROUGH,

AND CREATES YOU.