don’t paint me black when i used to be golden
call me a liar, i’ll show you a fake.
You fall in love every fucking day, you fall in love with places you’ve never explored and people you’ve never met, voices that have yet to crack the surface of your mind and jokes told by complete strangers that leave your stomach hurting from reminded laughter at four in the morning. You fall in love with the girl with the trembling voice welcoming her heart at the airport, you fall in love with the couple holding each other in blissful silence at midnight in the park, you fall in love with requited kindness, you fall in love with books, records, paintings, poetry, art. You fall in love with love, you fall in love with literally any fucking thing that touches your heart, that just gives it one staggering extra heartbeat, and holy shit do you fall in love with the idea that there’s a soul walking the earth to confide all of this into.
Hello, show your face