As I Was Walking Up The Stairs

I Don't Know What's Wrong With Me. It's Like All I Can Do Is Keep Writing This Gibberish To Keep From Breaking Apart.

It's Great That You Can Listen And Be A Shoulder To Someone, But What About When Someone Doesn't Need A Shoulder? What If They Need The Arms Or Something Like That? You Can't Just Sit There And Put Everybody's Lives Ahead Of Yours And Think That Counts As Love. You Just Can't. You Have To Do Things.

I Walked Over To The Hill Where We Used To Go And Sled. There Were A Lot Of Little Kids There. I Watched Them Flying. Doing Jumps And Having Races. And I Thought That All Those Little Kids Are Going To Grow Up Someday. And All Of Those Little Kids Are Going To Do The Things That We Do. And They Will All Kiss Someone Someday. But For Now, Sledding Is Enough. I Think It Would Be Great If Sledding Were Always Enough, But It Isn't.

I'm Just Thinking Too Fast-- Much Too Fast.

I Can See It. This One Moment When You Know You’re Not A Sad Story. You’re Alive. And You Stand Up And See The Lights And The Buildings And Everything That Makes You Wonder. And You’re Listening To That Song In That Drive With The People You Love Most In This World. And In This Moment I Swear… We Are Infinite.