paper.

We are all disposable. We live in paper houses in paper towns in a paper world. One headline and the paper creases. One flash and the paper crumples. One move and the paper is left torn forever. Control can never truly be gained in a world like ours. Paper is far too fragile to hold against all odds. We all long for eternity. The sticky rivers of honey and longevity of gold that stability holds. We created heaven to match our vision of an everlasting life. We can never face the fact that life is constantly on the edge. One tip and it could all be over. We could be spilling over the constraints of the planet. Bodies on bodies, with no souls to hold us together. Isn’t that what death is? Fear. Life isn’t meant to be lived in fear, or in dreams of forever. It’s meant to be lived in flashing moments. It’s meant to be lived in the realities we have. It’s meant to be lived in the present.

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