Coco

From the moment you are born you enter into a world outside of all that is safe and cozy. Thrust upon lands. Joining a world of thought known only when you are at peace with your being.

“Tho’ Nature, red in tooth and claw / With ravine, shriek’d against / his creed—” - Lord Alfred Tennyson

Yes, you are a Man!

You, sir, are no beast, so

What do you hope to do before you die?

Love

I hope to love

I hope to love so thoroughly 

So constantly 

So deeply

When I was six I longed to be twenty five

My mother had all these rules

All I wanted was to leave my home

To live on my own

To stay up late

My friends are all getting old

Getting their permit

License

Their own car

Getting boyfriends, girlfriends

Getting jobs

I don't understand why "ghosting" is so normalized. 

What happened to communication?