miss american pie

“There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.”

“And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.”

““Describe numbness,” he says. He sits opposite me with his legs crossed. His broad hands enclose mine. “Well it’s like standing on the edge of a cliff and not feeling afraid,” I tell him. I can’t stand the look he’s giving me so I divert my eyes. “It’s like knowing you should feel something but not being able to.””

“I’d still love you, If the world stops spinning If heaven and hell tear us apart If you ever forget me I’d still love you, If I find out you weren’t made for me If these years in my life were nothing but a lesson If we were just a bad dream Darling, I’d still love you, If I never hold you in my arms If I never hear you speak I’d still love you, If one day I love another and If you don’t love me, I’d still love you”

“So I drank one, it became four, and when I fell on the floor I drank more. Nothing has changed, I still love you, I still love you.”

“Don’t sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.”