You told me once I lived chaotically. I received that text and realised I was outside, staring at the mountains, autumn in their most charming state. They never fucking move, those things, and I realised why people go crazy just looking at them - they are inconsiderate, we are inconsequential, and they continue to change and crumble as we stand below them. Comparatively, my life looks pretty chaotic next to mountains, not next to you.
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