There’s a line in The Picture of Dorian Gray that says only shallow love endures, for the great ones exhaust themselves in their own deep passion. I imagine it a burning fire devouring paper until nothing remains, until nothing’s left for consumption.
We’re all guilty of that one time or another, yet when we reach the end, we complain endless without realizing the fault of our hand. I guess some things are just too much; some things are just meant for a moment, particularly when it’s sensational.
Good things never last. If they did, we won’t appreciate them as they deserve, won’t we?
The Final Sunrise
Because it’s exhausting waiting for
Water to turn into wine.
You’ll never change. I’ll never be enough.
This is no fairy tale,
Even if I want to believe it…
Believe in you.
Believe in us.
Belief does not make anything right.
It hurts to accept it,
But I can’t live with less
Than I deserve.
I’m telling you now
For you might not even notice I’m gone.
Photos taken from here and here.