tell me what my fists keep writing

[sunstealer]

"...and simple outstretched limbs trying to pick up way too much, way too fast, where egos are measured with tabloids, where automobiles double for morals, where beliefs are like naps- you leave them behind when someone touches you- and a place where oil always takes precedence over life. I find myself sitting on a bus watching a small boy float down like water, carrying a book I used to, asking if I want to see what he sees"

"for those who can still ride on an airplane for the first time"