DEC 17 - minsung

07.02

july 2,

i find it fascinating how some people have a certain topic they can talk on and on about. the passion in their eyes, the pump in their voice, it's fun to watch. that was one thing i loved about people.

i haven't been able to listen to other people in so long. i really miss it.

i can listen for hours about something i know absolutely nothing about— but hearing the joy in their voice is something so cool to me. i couldn't do the same though. there's nothing really i can think of that i can talk for hours about.

i guess this topic counts, right?

nothing interests me— at least not anymore. as you grow older, these things you thought wouldn't be a phase sometimes ends up being a phase.

i used to love space when i was in my early teens. i was in love with the ideas of how big and beautiful it was. the small stories we would hear about what the stars would be and tell us, how people would compare beautiful eyes to the galaxy. outer space was the default comparison of anything ethereal.

i'm not sure when i wasn't into it anymore.

i can talk for hours about december 17.