So how long has it been since it's stopped? Since I've been disgusted by rain drops? It's almost as if we all stopped breathing, and for a second teenagers stopped breading. It's almost as if we all stopped screaming and for a while we all stopped cheating. So how long will this go on before we start needing this ever lasting feeling of real things? No, the world isn't perfect, but you need to give it a chance, so don't stop caring or it'll be out of your hands.

So how long has it been since I've stopped fighting? Since I've been distraught from my writings? It's almost as if the world stopped turning, and for a second we all stopped hurting. It's almost as if adults were finally taught the lessons we've been learning, and for a minute our hearts stopped yearning. But is it plausible? That maybe the world isn't as colossal as the fossils and we just turned the impossible to possible?

*Only if you put your mind to it