You don't ever realize what you have until it's wrapped around your finger, and the sun settles
and makes everything feel like home. I remember when I was small and just barely breathing on my own, the whole world seemed so large and full of life, and now it's mine-now it's mine.
I just don't understand how you could bear it here, without the waves, and even the way the air hits the faces; it's unobtrusive. I grabbed the arm, I grabbed the thought, I grabbed the truth, and I want it to spin out of control- that way everything will feel right, and settle just the way we all want it to-where nothing goes our way.