It’s like how some can have everything and yet have nothing. Or how some can have nothing and yet have everything.
It’s like how certain hearts are dark as an x-ray of a bullet. Or how heaven is written into the fine print of certain people’s laugh lines.
It’s like how we can say the most profound things with our eyes while our lips are hidden behind face masks.
Or how sundown can taste like a first and last kiss.
It’s like how we can mistake a streetlight for the moon. Or how a certain day can feel like a million midnights.
It’s like how Beethoven’s deaf ear created some of the finest music.
Or how some turn their pain into altars of possibility.
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