I don't think I could recall, all the times I looked down at my phone at a face that wasn't mine, but looked like someone I could be;
At a life that looked like what mine could be, if only I could find a way there

All the hours I spend making plans of how to make myself smaller, lighter, more free;
Something completely different from everything I am

Sometimes I think,
All we are are ideas
Moments where we felt alive,
Sentences from our favorite books of stories we want to share
Highlight reels;
At most

Because who would want to see the ugly, the harsh, the in-between;
The moments we waste wishing ourselves away
And I guess in that way we are all the same