long conversations—vibing off another person…listening to their hopes, fears, wants, needs…their foundation…bouncing ideas…watching thoughts present themselves…exchanging energy strong enough to make you feel like superman…
it’s times like these I live for…it’s times like these that remind that i’m not as naive as i used to be.
i can never be ignorantly happy again. i often wonder if i ever was.
existing in my own little universe of perpetual hope…
although amusing, i find it’s utter bullshit.
these are just simple little moments used to get you through to the next…
i guess it really just comes down to your ability to take them in and see them for what they’re worth, rather then what they could be at another time in life.
it makes me sad.
