Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.
being happy // staying true
star gazing // fall leaves // dreaming
falling in love // being in love // creativity //
sweet words // pretty songs //
growing up // change //
tickle fights //
wreaking havoc // reckless nights // kitties
sunsets // moon
