My heart feels like its being molded into a million different shapes and my head feels like its filled with bubbles and floating into outerspace. My eyes feel misleading but my hands feel forgiving and my toes express all of this in little tiny wiggles. My feelings are soaring to odd places. I guess this is what happens when theres someone special in your life that likes you something wonderful. Its like nothing in the world matters much because im happy in my own secluded world. The world that includes these friends and this dog and this special boy and shuts out the politics and the newspaper on the ground thats covered in blood and the numbers pressed into you when you sit in that cold desk. And you realize that the only one feeling you is a fragile wooden box with six strings pulled across it who screams when you drop her and sings when you love her. And the only reason this world is so great is because youre so small and the ocean so big and the only thing that keeps me grounded is knowing that I know nothing of the world but understand everything. And I think the capacity of my brain is enough to keep me living for years and enough to make this world seem okay. And I think it is okay.