Common sense is not common.

memories of the past long gone...

new york. we lived in an small, cozy aparment on a island in the middle of the city. spring - picking dandelions along the path, kite flying on the more windy days. summer - getting scrapes, sprains and bruises all over my body by day, and catching crickets and fireflies by night. autumn - dancing in the rain, climbing up to the top of lighthouse, sitting on the Meditation Steps where mom and i watched the sun set and the lights of the city play across the darkness. winter - snowfights, snowmen, snow angels, and the taste of snowflakes...and then curling up on the couch in front of the heater with a mug of hot choco.

jordan. watching my dad paint in the basement, the comic strips pasted all over chad's walls, swinging from tree vines, the simple joys of a huge cardboard box, sleepovers, swapping weird food over lunch with classmates, and travelling all over the desert.

life was so much simpler as a kid. you're not judged. not discriminated against. and if you are, you dont care. they say age brings wisdom. it does. you learn that the world is an ugly place. that people will hate you for being different. still, you try to be yourself. but when the world sees this, it grabs at you, and breaks you. so you learn to build walls and wear a mask. then you learn to hate the world for forcing you to do this. but in then end, you learn you dont hate the world, you just hate yourself for submitting to the world.

when i can laugh from the heart, it means more to me because it doesnt happen often. maybe thats why i'm also willing to put myself through a lot just to see a smile on another's face, coz i know how much it can mean.
him: you let others be happy at your expense. you're gonna get yourself killed that way someday.
me: that wouldnt be such a bad way to die.