We are constantly reminded of how trivial we are, how fragile and negligible our goose bumps seem compared to the magic of the bangs and whispers of the universe when it collides within itself. Like a jaded generation we have been taught to write ourselves off, to commit our shallow meanings to losing and finding ourselves alone, to shutting down and shutting out bitter hearts while staying awake in the depth of the night just crying to hold on a place where I can see the turn of the world and I am not afraid because I am reminded of the enchantment and the passion we shared, the ruthless dedication we made to devouring each other whole. 1/4