I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized media be?) i love telling people i dig them and telling people they are absolutely wonderful human beings and that i can't believe they really exist. I love saying "Kiss me harder", "You're an amazing person," and "You make my day." I live my life as straightforward as possible because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe that's weird. Maybe it's scary. Maybe it sounds just down right impossible... to let people know you want them or need them. To feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way, whether its your feet on their thighs while sitting on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in the keepsake of their hands. But this feeling, this rush and admiration there's nothing more beautiful, and there's nothing more risky than pretending not to care..
We are young, We are human, We are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming...
Maybe that's weird. Maybe it's scary. Maybe it sounds just down right impossible... to let people know you want them or need them. To feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way, whether its your feet on their thighs while sitting on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in the keepsake of their hands. But this feeling, this rush and admiration there's nothing more beautiful, and there's nothing more risky than pretending not to care..
We are young, We are human, We are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming...
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