I watch the moon hang in the sky
I feel the traffic rushing by
Freight train engine in the night
I’m still here waiting for you

I watch the moon hang in the air
I feel the cold breeze in my hair
My eyes blind by headlights glare
I’m still here waiting for you

I take the night train to sky
Rising up I close my eyes
The ground beneath me dead and dry
I’m still here waiting for you

But I won’t cry another tear
For all the pain we saw last year
The river thirsts for those who fear
I’m still here waiting for you

We once walked these streets
In search for the unthinkable
We tried to be invisible
It only made us miserable
I once lost it all
In a game that can’t be won
I took a chance and had to run
The river was the only one
Will you leave it all behind
Water Rushing through your mind
The river’s thirst is so unkind
But I’m still here waiting for you

Chromatics - The River

For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
Carl Sagan, Contact

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So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.
Jack Kerouac

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I’m constantly torn between the ‘be kind to everyone’ and the ‘fuck everyone you owe them nothing’ mentalities.

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my personal style is called “i don’t have the money for my preferred aesthetic”