a place to put words

it seems that the only thing we all have in common is death. and though the thought of living to enernity in the hearts of others is comforting, how do we let go of the subtle inflection in someones voice or the touch of their hands? how do we learn to let go of those beautiful things that exists solely in the flesh, that which no recounting can bring back because its beauty lies in its imablity to be articulated? when there are no words left to say, how do you comfort someone? i know we never got along, but im so sorry. my thoughts and prayers are with you, for whatever thats worth

i think i am alone. i just want to visit a beach, even though i hate the sand. the waves crash up on the shore and the sun glares on my body. i wish the sand would envelop me and wash me out to sea so i can float upon eternal nothingness.

speedrunning is the ultimate sisyphusian task. doesnt make sense? too bad, i'll write a book about it one day and you will read it. it will suck, but it will be good.

life is to fragile and too beautiful to leave up to mere probability. please remember, whoever is out there, that you are loved and capable of loving.

if in the incredibly rare circumstances i ever date someone the absolute FIRST thing we will do together is watch this . it is so important to our relationship that they can rap the Leffen Diss Track perfectly. is that too much to ask? my standards are pretty low yall

im trying to learn how to play "This Will be Our Year" on the ukulale, and i see that the person that submitted the chords to this webstite have done other songs too. he lives in Argentina and all of his other submissions (besides this and the ending theme to "Sailor Moon") are in spanish. what makes this song different? how strange that this person i will never know loved this random english song enough to map it out for begginers like me to know in a language not their own. how beautifyl as well. ha ha, maybe i read too much into things, but i would rather see eternity in a grain of sand than search longlinly for some grander meaning hidden on the beach

the thought that another human being could care about me somehow feels foreign to me, but im warming up to the idea. people want to check in on me? without me instigating it? out of the love in their hearts and for me as a person? past me would have found that blasphemous, but now i can appreciate it. we are wonderful creatures that possess bountiful love for this world and those in it, the question becomes whether or not we choose to consider ourselves worthy of it. and you always are.