I Didn't Know Then What I Wanted,

Now And Then Sprays Of Rain Flew Over And Misted Our Faces. Every Time I Refused To Wipe Away The Wetness. It Made The World Seem So Alive To Me. I Couldn't Help But Envy The Way A Good Storm Got Everyone's Attention.

It's Something Everybody Wants-for Someone To See The Hurt Done To Them And Set It Down Like It Matters.

Every Living Creature On The Earth Is Special. You Want To Be The One That Puts An End To One Of Them?

From Now On When People Asked Me What I Wanted To Be When I Grew Up, I Planned To Say, Amnesiac.

I Wanted To Know What Happened When Two People Felt It. Would It Divide The Hurt In Two, Make It Lighter To Bear, The Way Feeling Someone's Joy Seemed To Double It?