Like faces smiling through stained glass...
I thought about highschool thursday night for the first time in quite awhile. Me, Elaine, and her friend(I'm horrible with names) went to a church playground and ate sushi between sips of cream soda. It wasn't the people I was with, just the feel of the night that made everything so familiar. Walking back to the car it felt like I could name every rock and tree, almost like I was 17 again. Its incredibly easy to let your mind run away with you in the dark, my imagination has always been my closest friend. For a brief moment I forgot how alone I really am, I feel like a circus clown sometimes. Put me in room of people and watch me smile and laugh, it makes me sick but its how things have always been. I've always hated the question "what are you thinking about?" HOW SHOULD I KNOW WHAT I'M THINKING ABOUT?! How does one know what they're thinking in the first place? I usually make something silly up, like "cheese doodles". Laughter makes us forget everything, if only for a moment. I wonder if comedians realize how powerful they really are?