i've been watching your world from afar i've been trying to be where you are i've been secretly falilng apart unseen to me you're strange and you're beautiful you'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see you turn every head but you don't see me
only love is all maroon gluey feathers on a flume sky is womb and she's the moon
-bon iver
Our bodies are prisons for our souls. Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement. But, fear not. All flesh decays. Death turns all to ash. And thus, death frees every soul.