the farthest thing from poison

half of moving on is knowing you will. Once the possibility exists in your mind, the rest is comparatively easy.  I believe in the impermanence of everything, especially sadness. It’s what’s kept me alive through the winters. Ice and ice and ice and ice, even snowblind I still believe in sun. I have a postal-service commitment to waking up every morning until I no longer have to force myself. Until the sun ignites my the fog in my veins.  Until my skies are cleared for takeoff.

Hope is knowing I will always always always achieve happiness again,  no matter the situation in the meantime.

My roommate’s birthday was this Saturday.  So here’s the most chill Chinese song that I have ever heard.