Between plankton and philosophia
Man, I'm restless. More or less. I don't know what I am, but I feel like I'm going to explode. Well, not really explode. More like melt. I feel like a hole in the ground. Sort of. Not really. Ok, dust. That's more or less fitting. I feel like watching The Labyrinth. There. That's it. I feel nostalgic. And like eating cereal. And like being 7. That's it, mostly. I want to be 7. Maybe 6 or even 5. Right now. I feel like being 6ish and thinking about how cool everything will be when I'm 16. Especially in the United States, of all places. Like in movies.
Preemptive edit: I also wouldn't mind being 8 or 9. Or in winter. Funny how everything that's past seems so cool in hindsight, regardless of how much it sucked when it was.
Preemptive edit: I also wouldn't mind being 8 or 9. Or in winter. Funny how everything that's past seems so cool in hindsight, regardless of how much it sucked when it was.