life is pads of dirty fingers under running water. it's warm when you're cold and cool when you're hot. it's clouds and lightning and sun and not knowing what to say. it's filling up notebooks and ice plopping into cups. it's causing laughter, beautiful people, seeing smiles you've never seen before, hearing laughs you've never heard before. it's groups of people starting trends, projects, revolutions. it's music. it's being hidden, it's being open. it's words that collide beautifully. it's learning and singing and dancing. it's finding new names for yourself. it's ink over worn out hands and hot water over tired shoulders, it's long socks and dry coughs and dirty fingernails tucked inside of long sleeves. it's crinkling and crackling and beeping and loud and quiet. it's ice melting on broken tongues, food sliding down empty throats, bruises and scars and scrapes and faces sticky from dried tears. it's eraser shavings on messy papers and books stacked on dusty floors. life is strange, and i'm sure it always will be.
9/20/15
P.S. "Life has a hopeful undertone." -Migraine - twenty one pilots-
