Where do I even begin?
What can I even say?
Well I suppose I could start with hello,
If your eyes don't stop my breath upon seeing you...
Then yes,
Hello might do....
But is that enough?

Perhaps I should begin with a story,
About a girl,
About me.
About how amazing a boy is,
But he never sees.

Darling,
It's you.
Always has been,
Always will.

Sometimes she hid in a book,
Or swam in the melodies of her favorite songs.
Sometimes she shelted her feelings behind walls,
And ran between the stars.

But all stories end,
And she'd drown in the music.
So when the façade tumbled down,
Her run became a sprint.

And then he was there.
In front of me.

And then it was over.
And he was gone.

Like autumn turns leaves,
Winter will breathe
Cold on our necks,
Snow in our paths.
Wherever she goes
All that I know about us,
Is that beautiful things never last
That's why fireflies flash

This town seems friendly,
This town looks nice
This town is a trap,
*And looks are deceiving.

Lined paper,
Staff paper, actually.
Flipping through the blank pages,
Viewing hundreds of songs that have yet to be written.
Homesick for places never visited,
Longing for those never met,
The pen hits the paper,
Unleashing the madness.



*And so it begins.

Today I walked into Barnes and Noble to buy my summer reading book which just so happens to be super thick and its boring (**** me now!) Anyways, while we're there, out of curiosity, I asked if they had any John Green books (because everywhere else, they're either sold out or on hold) and they did. The lady brought me to a table. A few of my friends had recommended his works. Scanning the table of books, unsure of what to chose, a guy walks up to me. He looks about my age, maybe a year or so older. He's pretty cute, which is quite the pleasant surprise because usually guys don't talk to me. He says, pointing to The Fault in Our Stars, "I couldn't help but kind of overhear you talking, but I read this and it was amazing." He points at Looking for Alaska. "My girlfriend read this... said it was pretty good." So I say thanks and something awkward like 'I'll have to check it out,' and get The Fault in Our Stars. This small gesture has restored my hope in our generation. The guys in my school are mostly arrogant airheads with no taste in music, in my opinion, anyway. In addition to this experience with a stranger, today, while at a shopping center, I saw a girl wearing a 5 Seconds of Summer shirt, as I had mine on, too. I complimented her and she smiled and said, "Thanks, you too." This small gesture has also restored my hope in our generation. Today I learned that not everyone ***** and that makes me really happy. I guess that if you put yourself out there, ever so slightly, in the right places, you might learn things or make new friends.  What if I'd talked to the girl about 5SOS? Or asked the guy about other books he's read? There are so many opportunities every single day to improve the quality of our lives and we pass them up, because they're things that are thought of as small, but can have huge impacts. I believe that if each and everyone of us tried, just a little bit, to talk to  strangers, the world would be a better place. Not everyone wants to hurt you. I'm not saying to invite some random person  into your house, but to talk to people with common interests, or compliment someone on their shirt. Little things like that, as they did to me, can make someone's day. I walk to my mom with a pile of books. She turns to me and says, "Since when did cute boys talk to you at bookstores?"