You in general

So tell me because I wonder. What do you do when you look in the mirror and you find in some sort of paradoxical way, that you’ve actually lost yourself. I’m curious as to what shifts your eyes make, what creases in your face change to mold an expression and what subtle things cause it all. I’d like to delve into how you think, just because I’d like to know. I’d like to know what makes you think I shouldn’t worry. What do you see in the world around you; where do you find beauty, but foremost, how do you pick it out of the scum. What makes your heart convulse in your chest so you can hear it in your ears, if anything. Do you have a home. Not a house, a home. How can you promise forever as a noun. I wonder, so tell me; do you think that one day we’ll all wake up on the floor and we won’t be able to pick ourselves back up.

Haven't written in a good while

Going to start this old blog back up for writing sake, although it's likely that no one will read. All's well though.