Sadness Didn't Have A Shape Before You Came Along.

sadness didn't have a shape before you came along.

now it does, and it's the shape of your absence.

things that matter deserve to be mourned, even if it's easier to forget them...

... and he slew windmills as though they were giants, halted for one brief second the inexorable wheel of progress, ever hungry for more.

for a moment, the knight of insanity achieved the impossible: he made us all sane again.

“Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind.”

— Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

it escapes, irretrievable time...

perhaps in other worlds they dream of us, too.

and could i ever truly be what you deserve, when so much of me was already lost to somebody else?