i often get lost, but not physically.
i like the smell of crayons, polaroid pictures, warm hugs, laying around all day in bed listening to comedy central, wood burning fires, snapple cap collections, snowy scenes, paint covered hands, the smell of rain, the beginning of hope, trustworthy friends, stupid sayings, anything that feels like crawling out of my head in the form of words and/or sounds, and stories that only your grandmother tells.
i'm not original, but i'll try to be.
my capacity to love continues to get bigger and bigger,
and i wish i could make someone love me.