it is the light in things that makes them last. 

same light that is tearing up the sky is coming for us.

i'll take pictures as if I can easily forget what I've seen.

made from the pressure of dirt, i'm a gem.

i saw my little sister in the city and i felt like the little sister (i always have)

in two different occasions she said to me "some things never change" while grinning,

smiling, i remember when i used to make fun of her crooked teeth.

now they are pristine and straight. it's funny the things we remember. 

there are no new ways of understanding the world

only new days to set our understanding against.