MonchosCastle

little drops of oil make rainbows on wet concrete and i don’t know how beautiful you find that, but sometimes you gotta learn that the littlest things are the prettiest, like the shape of your fingernails and the crinkles you get at the corner of your eyes when you laugh and when you grow old and i know i said “grow old” like it’s a temporary thing, but that’s because it is. you can think it’s forever but it’s really a split second because you don’t matter, not when the universe is still growing and speeding through a nothingness we can’t even fathom, not when color doesn’t exis