Flipping through old photos, reminiscing on things. Why did I not realize how amazing that was back then? Then there’s this one.. the mile high trees, and stupid humid air that made my long curly hair so terribly frizzy that day. The tiniest baby twist in my hair. And I didn’t mind one bit, because I felt so alive. The heat of the summer sun, beating on my bare skin. So much nostalgia. Take me back. Let me feel it all again.
I look at everyone as they pass by me every single day. and think, every last one of those people has a life just as complex/complicated as your own. they have problems, friends, family, sadness, anxiety, love. and yet we walk passed them, everyday, only concentrating on us. think, to them, we’re just apart of their scenery at the moment. as they are to us. there’s so many things going on around us that we will never know about. only a select few people will ever not look beyond you, and take the time to make you an occurrence and not just a passer-by. lifes wierd. ok.