How many people have forgotten about you?

A brief face on the bus.

An old acquaintance from high school.

An older teacher or professor from school.


There are a thousand faces we see daily.

Maybe more.

Maybe less.


(Im no mathetition)

But.

A thousand or so faces.

And guess where they end up.

(Cause.
We remember them.)

They are stored in out brains indefinitely.


They show up in our dreams. Our minds use them as background characters.

Its hard to imagine brand new things.


Have you every tried inventing a new color???


Shites hard.
Haha

Thats life. Its hard.

And complicated.

And difficult.

And beautiful.


Like you.

Like me.

Like the cosmos.

Like the universe.