People

I want to write about people. Which is funny. And weird. And sort of senseless, maybe, but that’s what I want to do. I want to always write about people. I want to write about the way they fall in love, the way their eyes can be read, the way they fall and then get up and then fall again, just to get right back up—and it’s so wonderful. So incredibly wonderful and amazing, that they take their own species for granted—and they cant see how great they can be.

I believe in humanity. I believe in our art and our science and the way we sing and cry and believe and create and destroy—and live. We are marvelous. With everything that we are, we were born to be elaborate, and colored slightly outside of the lines. We’re not really the ground or the sky, but we are everything in between.

Just give us chance.

Stop making us feel like our reality can be so small that it can be bottled up.

Lets stop making us feel like our reality can be so small that it can be bottled up.