Isn't it us, though?
This question flies through my mind at 3:20 am. As much as I'd like to think we're them, I don't think we are.
But is there a problem with that? They are them and we are us and we could repair this entire universe. We could drift through the stars, I could watch the light reflect in your hazel eyes while you grip my hand tight and promise me you'll never let go.
Stop wanting to be them,
And start embracing us.
I hug him in one day, he promised