the lights looked so pretty. i couldn’t take my eyes off them even when he turned to me and said the words. focus on the lights. the way they expand and contract with the focusing and unfocusing of your eyesight.
i think of the intricacies of each and every relationship and interaction you encounter. how you are so tightly entangled with everyone in your life, like vines around a branch or a metal fence. interwoven. it terrifies me. i feel choked by the vines. and in that moment i want nothing more than to run, run fast and hard until i know no one at all. it’s too much responsibility, to be a thing that exists in the minds and imaginations of everyone you know. it doesn’t sit well with me.
don't listen to me, I'm young and foolish 