You Shall Know Our Velocity

What did we want? We want the world smaller and bigger and just the same but advancing. We don’t know what we want.

When we pass by another person without telling them we love them it’s cruel and wrong and we all know this.

I was a looker someone who looked over at every car at every traffic light, hoping something would happen, and almost never finding anyone looking back- always everyone looking forward, and every time I felt stupid. Why should people look over at you? Why would they care?