"How wrong for me
to think I was anyone else, like thinking grass stains
make you a beautiful view,
like getting kissed makes you kissable, like feeling
warm makes you coffee, like liking movies makes
you a director. How utterly incorrect to think it any other
way, a box of crap is treasures, a boy smiling means it, a
gentle moment is a life improved. It's not, it
isn't, catastrophic to think so, a pudgy toddler in a living
room dreaming of ballerinas,
a nut thinking she is loved following a stranger in the
street.
There are no stars in my life."
~"Why We Broke Up"