so right to know, so easy to forget.

never rely on my word.

i'm amazed with people that have a strong sense of self. people that can explain themselves to you on demand. "these are my characteristics, this is what i do, this is what i'm like, this is who i am, this is me". how do you do that? and why am i all over the place?

i'll tell you i'm quiet and then i'll be loud.

i'll tell you i care, and then i'll turn my back.

i'll tell you this and i'll do that. i'm not lying, i'm just guessing?

i think i make assumptions as to why i do what i do. because i don't know. maybe i have no real personality. i've always kind of thought that. just a floating mess of nothingness.

only get to be here this one time in this one manner.

its chance? that i'm here and you're there.

why will i never know what it's like to be that homeless man, or that disabled woman. that rockstar or that author. that mentally challenged child, or that terminally ill father.

alcoholic workaholic sexaholic necrophiliac saint pervert murderer lifesaver catholic atheist scientist mental patient aids patient every possibility... one who is talented in every aspect, one who cannot read or write, one who feels the urge to rape the next person that crosses their path, one who cherishes every moment of their life but will risk their own for another.

what's it like to be that baby who died before their first birthday?

i wish i knew it all, i wish i was more grateful that i don't.