I think the hardest part of it all, is to eliminate the ideas from our head, after all, humans, are only humans, as magical as that in itself is. We create mountains out of dust before we let ourselves soften into the moment. Finding the in between to be quite unbearable, so we obsess over the finale. I want to fall in love with the moments we forget to remember. The grocery line, picking apples and oranges and counting the people on aisle 12. Fall in Love with the way the clock says 3 pm and you have nothing planned but to sit in your own skin for the rest of the afternoon. The heart catch when you catch a man across the room staring, and you smile but your cheeks go red and you know he knows and he smiles and his cheeks go red too. When you drive to grab a delicious treat and your song comes on the radio, the song that somehow tells you your life in a few chords and a few free fallings, I live for the feelings, all of the feelings. The moment when infatuation becomes comfort and you don't care if you shaved your legs or anywhere else, because he thinks the sun shines out of your ass, and the moon, and the stars, and hair is just hair, skin is just skin, you have surpassed all human tendencies, you have entered nirvana, and he is kissing your toes, while you sing him to sleep.