My One And Only.

There are things, certain things which I can recall or not at all, that carried me here to where I now rest. I have crossed these stones – carried them, even – and yet I cannot recall the individual features of each. But I do, I do! They are ever present – dead or alive – and they are the stones upon which I am built. They are torn down, broken in some petty disaster, but always reconstruct – always taller. Always taller.

It is a beautiful thing, this life. Savor disenchantment. Never loathe it for it is what molds us.

Love, friend. We are love. We are hate.

Embrace, friend, embrace.


About grasshopperstothemoon

“Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me.”
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