
brick by brick we can build this all again if we could only find an image-accurate description i don’t believe in god but I believe that something well beyond the confines of forever is smiling back fondly upon our mostly pointless endeavors did you ever consider that maybe the world isn’t ours? that maybe we’re just the building blocks of something stunning we were never meant to behold. I want the comfort of knowing the world fits like a glove free from friction and without tension not ours but built to accommodate our ceaseless need to be seen and loved everything we lost is coming back everything we lost is coming back maybe not how we remember but here in our arms, here in our stories and that’s gotta be enough oh that’s gotta be enough to compel us toward new horizons… everything we lost is coming back did you ever figure that maybe our bodies are vessels for forgiveness?