“I don’t know where I’m being taken. I don’t know what I’ll find, beyond the earth and sky. But I’m not afraid to go. Maybe the things I don’t understand will be clearer there, like when a fog blows away. Maybe Doris will be there. And maybe there I can tell her all those things they don’t have words for here.”
It’s like pulling away from the maze. While you’re in the maze, you go through willy nilly, turning where you think you have to turn; banging into the dead ends. One thing after another. But you get some distance on it, and all those twists and turns, why, they’re the shape of your life. It’s hard to explain. But seeing it whole gives you some peace.
Believe the hype.
Fucking… incredible. Wow. Wow oh wow.
Also, this:
- Thor: He’s my brother.
- Black Widow: He killed eighty people in two days.
- *pause*
- Thor: He’s adopted.
And then I heard you…
You made me long for, to be a part of something that I can’t see.
A life that is beyond something that I can’t fear.
To be a part of the story - it belongs to you.
Something you said was about a pen and a paper; you can always write it, it is something you’ll have to do.
Gathering stories.
A story - it belongs to you.
They say that it’s gone now; You know that I disagree.
I barely hear you, the signal is cold now…
So turn it into video, turn the radio, sing along to all our favorite songs.
The signal is growing out in little pieces, and watch in a moment;
Secure it for falling.
Over the stars
Over the nights
Over the rains
Over the moons
Over the days
Over the streams
Over the skies
Over the ponds
Over the fires
Over the lakes
Over the trees
Over the minds
Our kid zigs
Opens doors
Over the doors
I am alive.
