I've started to use capital i's when writing recently because I realized that even if I'm not that important to myself, I'm important to others. it is one of the small things I do to remind myself that I am worthy of all the things I dream about and long for. sometimes I still forget and have to delete a hastily typed i

2. maybe am too much of a dreamer; there is a thin line between reality and fiction and though daydreams are constantly blooming inside the pages of my mind, I really ought to pause the songs inside my head from time to time and remember to cherish what is real(ly), meaningful. in truth, my wonderings are nothing but desperate attempts to find myself that don't lead anywhere and ultimately cannot satisfy the wanderings of my restless mind

3. (what am I looking for? if I stop searching, will I be waiting for the answer to come to me or will I be giving up?) well, how can you ever find yourself if you're the thing you're looking for?

4. the universe we live in will surely self-destruct someday, someway. it was born, after all, so it will also die. we too are all minuscule worlds, earth-shatteringly unique in the way we talk, breathe, think, exist. there are galaxies inked on the back of our eyelids and supernovas exploding in our eyes, shivers in our skin waiting to be let loose, libraries in our minds. we live with volcanic blood and tidal tears and drowning lungs, earthquake hearts shaking our chests

5. we are catastrophically human; always living in fear of the endings of our stories, forever forgetting our own I*mpossible beauty.