It felt like something that could have lasted forever. But maybe i WAS blind. Maybe it doesnt matter.

You know when little kids think of something and they cant quite figure out the name of it so theyre describing it as best as they can.

Is that what i was. Some kid trying to make sense of something that was incomprehensible to me.

I hate that.

I want to be understood.
Miss understood.

But isnt that everyone?

At what point does misunderstood become understood.

What does it take to get to that point?

How much does Miss Understood have to try compared to someone she wants to understand her has to try?

I cant even language.

Shut up, kid.