it was a photo or it wasn't. it was when i got lost.

sometimes i see something perfect that i've never seen before - i just stumble across it and it's there. it's been there this whole time. and i think what is this world? how do i live somewhere so beautiful? how is it even possible to exist in the same space as this amazing thing? how am i still breathing? i don't know what to do with myself then. i want to eat the thing i've found. i want to find more things like it and eat them too or make a pile of them and burrow down to the bottom and pull the things over my head and suffocate there. i don't ever want to know anything other than these things. where is my compass and pencil. i need to find them all. i need more time.