The Cracks Are How the Light Gets In

I don't even remember how we got through that day. I just feel like compartmentalizing our lives is dangerous. The cracks are how the light gets in and who knows what's a crack? Like honestly. And it's our tree and we can't decide what's good. You know what we thought was good? That wedding day. And it was. But then the next step is off the cliff. It comes before the fall is beautiful and a big fucking mess all at once. Yes. This is the most evolved thing I've ever heard. Beautiful. Oh my God. Yeah. You are such a badass. Why do you still have that? Because you know what? I