John Green
The Fault In Our Eyes

There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.

Elite Gymnastics

So close to paradise

How many more,
how many more times can you
have nights like these?
How many more
how many more times before
whoever you love,
whatever you take,
you won't feel a thing,
and you won't get to be young anymore?

The more that you do this,
the more that you ruin it.
The things that you give up
cannot be returned.

How many more,
how many more times can you
fall in love?
How many more,
how many more times before
deep in your heart,
under it all,
you're totally used up
and you can't even feel it anymore?

Safe
My tears are becoming a sea


Atomic road, nuclear sunrise
They left me all alone.
Falling stars exploding on the sea
God, it's beautiful.
The land and the roses slowly disappeared.
Why am I so alone?

A wounded angel is smiling at me
God, it's so beautiful.

Bright Lights, Big City
Is what I'm looking forward to


'Things happen, people change,' is what Amanda said. For her that covered it. You wanted an explanation, and ending that would assign blame and dish up justice. You considered violence and you considered reconciliation . But what you are left with is a premonition of the way your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a dwindling trail of images and emotions, until all you can remember is a name.