did you know?

Remember the first time chills ran down your spine? Staring deep into the first meaningful sunset, hearing the first song you connect with. Seeing that person, seeing you. Extraordinary experiences never to be forgotten.

Remember the first time you felt life inside of yourself? The blood rushing through your veins, heart pounding inside your chest, sweat pour from your brow.

Staring down at my hands this very second, as I type these words. I don’t recognize myself. Each vein standing on end as my hands rush to keep up with my thoughts, hand resting on my chest, when did all these years go by, was I here for any of it?

I remember every day that passes, nearly, and remember all the faces and facts that I have learned. From walking to looking both ways before I walk. For the life of me, the minor every day tiny little invisible changes and experiences always seem to get lost in the middle.

I pour water on myself at least twice daily. I can’t ever figure out why I do it, and it always comes unexpected.

The excitement of a new band, c.d., or music-related item usually causes me to skip through it many times over and over again, before I realize how much I actually like it.

Once I fall in love with anything, be it a person, place, flavor, smell or object, my love for it continues and multiplies forever. I consider everyone I love, as my ever-growing family, and would drop just about anything to save or share a moment of uncontrollable laughter with.

Once I feel or am caused pain, I carry a part of it with me forever.

I learn a new word everyday.

I believe the world would be different if life and learning came easier. I believe pain with equal amounts of comfort make us whole. I truly believe everything happens for a reason.

I don’t cry often enough.

Even though mine are not Oscar worthy, I believe first impressions are the most important.

I believe you can see into someone’s sole by looking into their eyes. I believe you can feel a person, without ever touching them.

I will always be my worst critic.

I believe kissing is more erotic, than having sex.

I hate being misunderstood.

I love to smoke cigarettes.

Many years of my life, I believed that when I was alone, out of the sight of the rest of the world that the world stopped. I couldn’t understand other people’s lives going on, when I couldn’t see it with my own eyes.

Candy is my largest weakness.

I love to dance like no one is looking, and love it more when someone is, and you see that reassuring smile.

I love it when someone buys me flowers.

I believe in story-book endings.