neil gaiman is a genius

i like the stars.

it's the illusion of permanence, i think.

i mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out.

but from here, i can pretend...

i can pretend that things last.

i can pretend that lives last longer than moments.

gods come, and gods go.

mortals flicker and flash and fade.

worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust.

but i can pretend.

but there are things that i can't pretend. i can't pretend that i don't care about you anymore. fuck. i just can't. get out of my head, iten desiree eileen. please. let the memories drift away with the cigarette smoke. let them vanish into cold and dust.