Believe Me, When You Die, It's Everybody

Life's Kind Of Like A Painting. A Really Bizarre, Abstract Painting. You Could Look At It And Think That All It Is, Is A Blur. And You Could Continue Living Your Life Thinking That All It Is, Is Just A Blur. But If You Really Look At It, Really See It, Focus On It, And Use Your Imagination, Life Can Become So Much More. The Painting Could Be Of The Sea, The Sky, People,buildings, A Butterfly On A Flower, Or Anything Except The Blur You Were Once Convinced It Was.

There’s Something Completely Unnerving About Seeing Your Parents Upset. I Suppose It’s Because They’re Supposed To Be The Strong Ones, But That’s Not Just It. Ever Since People Are Kids They Use Their Parents As Some Sort Of Measurement For How Bad A Situation Is. When You Fall On The Ground Really Hard And You Can’t Figure Out Whether It Hurts Or Not You Look To Your Parents. If They Look Worried And Rush Toward You, You Cry. If They Laugh And Smack The Ground Saying “bold Ground,” Then You Pick Yourself Up And Get On With It.

Being The Best Was As Equal To Being In The Middle, Which Was Equal To Being The Worst. All Were Merely A State Of Being. It Was How A Person Felt In That State And Why They Were In That State That Was The Important Thing.

That Was Other Thing I Hated About Kids; They Always Said Th Exact Things That Deep Dpwn You Already Knew, Would Never Admit, And Most Certainly Never Wanted To Hear.

...all People Needed Was Time And Then They Could Figure Most Things Out Of Themselves.