i crave knowledge about anything and everything but yet i know nothing except that you’d choose red over blue and that pink tints your cheeks when you know in your heart that someone is sincerely giving you attention and that you laugh a bit too loud when something is not really funny and that you brighten up any room that you are in because your illuminating presence never goes unknown and you enjoy intellectual conversations about space and fictional characters but yet could hold a conversation about immature things that a third grader would laugh at and you built up an emotionless wall so high around yourself because you are so afraid and i would **** a man in order to know what made you cement the bricks that high