"There is no pain.

Just atoms becoming humans and picnics, lovers and stars. 

And then something else. And sometimes it feels 

like 

if the wind blew too hard, it'd take us all with it. You don't 

have to close your eyes. There is no pain. Just atoms 

becoming the blood that pumps through your heart and the 

knot in your throat, the clouds above us and air 

inside 

your lungs. There's nothing to cry about. There is no pain. 

Just the light from distant suns and flocks of birds. 

The 

sensation of time passing. Waves against the sky. Those 

shudders that run through your body, aren't there. 

Your nose isn't blocked. There is no pain."

-I Wrote This For You