sometimes you wonder when it’ll all get better.
you know you like pretty things.
feeling ok.
you wish you could look inside them all, just once. see how much of it's in the doing, and how much is in the feeling. you think you do it all just to see. not because its worth it but because its there.
remember when you were a kid, pressing all the letters on the keyboard with the option key, wondering what all the symbols meant.
remember running around in the dirt, watching your friends who weren't your friends throw rocks at each other.
remember when you listened for key presses for the first time.
remember walking around at night, feeling free.
remember meeting an old man, who tried to ask you what sort of person you were.
remember when you stuck your hand into the beach, felt all the sand.