Upon the precipice, an end shows near,

Hold fast thy air, let its silence suffice,

Count to ten, as the ground trembles in fear,

Feel my heart split anew, one final vice.

Love, something Mac Miller has said so many times. Where’s the love? Where has it gone?

i heard someone say, “we are alone in this world”

and i couldn’t help but wonder. how can one

believe that — when there is so much beauty

and love in this earthly creation of ours?

My mom jokes that we are twins ten years apart. She says it was as if we were born in the same moment, nearly identical, but I was frozen in time for a decade.