I’m going back to Minnesota where sadness makes sense
–Danez SmithO California, don’t you know the sun is only a godif you learn to starve for him? I’m bored with the oceanI stood at the lip of it, dressed in down, praying for snowI know, I’m strange, too much light makes me nervousat least in this land where the trees always bear green.I know something that doesn’t die can’t be beautiful.Have you ever stood on a frozen lake, California?The sun above you, the snow & stalled sea—a field of mirrorall demanding to be the sun too, everything around youis light & it’s gorgeous & if you stay too long it will kill you& it’s so sad, you know? You’re the only warm thing for miles& the only thing that can’t shine.
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