#275.
The clouds looked still this morning.
Times like those, that I wish I could push a button, and freeze time in a photograph. That everything would just stay the way it was, and nothing would ever have to move. Moments like those that are nothing short of perfect.

But it's inevitable. Change, I mean. The way nothing can ever stay the same, how nothing can ever be experienced again the exact same way. Inevitable that no matter how long you think things will last, they eventually end up drying out, cracking with age and crushing under the pressure of time. That our days are numbered, and hospitals are only stalls. That we will eventually leave this place. And that the things we love, will eventually fade into nothing more than an echo of what we used to be. That the word forever means nothing.

Opinions change. I know I shouldn't doubt that anything that you've said to me is true, but I can't help it when after everything, after all of it, it feels like you're hardly making an effort. That it feels like she's getting more attention than I am. That I never stop whining and I'll never stop being jealous. But you know what? Fuck it. I'm human.
No matter how still they look, they're moving.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

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