Life

Is trying to find people to be lost with. I think.
Because if you're lost with others, it's easy to pretend you're not lost at all.

Good Luck + Bad Luck

Downtown was so cold, grey, damp and beautiful. For once I had the universe in my pocket.
And even when I sent it off to someone who needed it, the world was still in front of me. And that is enough.

Sleep.

I dreamt of a world that kept beginning and kept ending and it was so small and so vast. The people I met all had the most beautiful, complex, heartbreaking stories to tell but they were afraid so they kept what they thought of and what they spoke of separate. The only way to read all their stories was to piece them together from the words that silently radiated from their skin. And no one ever spoke of all the beginnings and all the endings.

Kids.

I grew up not believing in anything.
Now I'm feeling the pull of adulthood, worried that this optimism is just teenage rebellion.

Maybe this is growing up. Realizing that all the people you depend on are just as full or doubt and disappointment as you are. We're all in this together apparently.