Getting high used to be like how you imagine heaven. Pure light. The perfection of it all. Even in me. Then I got lost. Kept trying to climb higher. Get closer to that light. Like an endless ladder where all you do is get further and further away.
Photographs are so ironically impermanent. They capture one moment in time to perfection. A painting can capture eternity.
I see you pretending to be something that you’re not. You don’t have to. You’re already perfect.[to Lucifer]