I guess you’ll never understand love if you never realize how to let yourself live in someone else. Reckless are we, these young lovers. I stay up late because I’m always stuck between tomorrow and yesterday. I want everything and nothing to change. I am not patient but I am in no hurry. In bouts of pure anxiety I hear only my heart and I wonder: how could anyone love me? Are we here to discover or are we here to speak out against the world we throw our fists against. We will never be our parents; our worlds rotate further away everyday. I fear nothing more than stability. I get lost in repetition. So where will love find me? Everlasting is what the stories say. Well we know nothing but change.