you can tell

infinity would be like the sand that slipped through your hand
because before you know it, you're long gone and lying dead in your coffin. hmmm.
tell me then, what is infinity to you?
a moment on hold, paused for your camera?
the capture, captivity within your grasp your hold your command (i'm really just bullshitting, i think you can see) how bout a new offer? 13 lives i give you, all in different worlds, yet to experience it all at the same time. your imagination holds beyond infinity, you'll be in paris, spain, old english, japan, korea, china, india, hawaii, new york, texas, hong kong, dutch all at the same time.

random

i believe it's the yearning to breathe that makes me stay
i believe it's a choice for you to make
i believe it's a belief to be alive

hello infinity

have you ever gotten this feeling of missing someone out of nowhere yet strangely not very directed to anybody. or perhaps the words have been engraved that the feeling is there for you to feel yet not simply understand. as though you see some cake and unconciously tasting its sweetness/ smelling its baked glory. i think my mind is messed up enough to feel that way.

hi grandpa, i would have liked a video to remember you by but it would be devastating to leave it behind all over again to feel the guilt of not remembering you by. sometimes i wonder what are you doing right now, i wonder how little i think of you, how much is little, how much is guilt. how much guilt is holding me, am i really being sincere, how much is it and how do you measure them.