holding on to whatever i have left.

im gonna tell you how humans made their way to earth.
in the beginning there was nothing at all but the moon and sun.
the moon wanted to come out during the day,
but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours.
the moon grew hungry, thinner and thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife.
suddenly, by accident, because that is the way most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and out spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears.

horrified,
the moon tried to swallow them up.
it worked because she grew fatter and rounder.
but mostly it didnt because there were just so many.
the stars kept coming
until they made the sky so bright that the sun got jealous.
he invited them to his side of the world, where it was always bright.
what he didnt tell them was that in the daytime, they'd never be seen.
so the stupid ones leaped from the sky to the ground, and froze under the weight of their own foolishness.

the moon did her best.
she carved each of these blocks of sorrow into a man or a woman.
she spent the rest of her time watching so that her other stars wouldn't fall.
she spent the rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left.


hope the truth is really as good as you make it for you now.
so i can move on
i don't wanna live like this anymore.
i just wanna lock myself up and throw the keys away.

time is an optical illusion - never quite as solid or strong as we think it is.
it doesn't freeze for you.