So the Jonas Brothers decided to break up
I wanted to be caught. Just so I could be stuck in your atmosphere. Breathe the same air as you. I became hooked, like a fish dangling from a string, completely consumed by your existence. I was just hanging there, drowning in your eyes, only hoping I could swim my way into your heart.
And i think thats what writing is. Its listening for that beating heart. And when we hear it, its our job to decipher it to the best of our abilities.
I think one of the best feelings in the world is when someone remembers something you said. Whether it was something from yesterday, a week ago, a month ago.. It’s just like, “Wow, you actually listen to me.”