The Paradox of Our Age
keep your promise
you don’t believe in god, but you know there’s something higher than us you go to the train tracks, sit in the middle & wait for the train to come you hear it coming, close your eyes & cry you’re finally ready minutes later you can’t figure out why you can hear the train now passing you. why are you in the grass next to the train tracks, when you were just in the middle of the train track? something higher than us has moved you something higher than us wants you here they know it’s not your time yet give them the chance they gave you pick yourself up, for the sun is shining & i’m here with you together we will live together we will die you weren’t with me that day therefore you didn’t die.
all you can do is turn to the person sitting next you you
look them in the eyes
and say its a damn shame
I don’t know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.
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| — | Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (via makelovetothemoon) |
