you fell down a well on a hill named predictions thats bottom was black with everything you left behind, dusty even when wet, tormenting you with the light looking up. when you open books the words jump and dance right close to your ears making it impossible for you to go to sleep. watching you calculate the time the drive took according to the number of songs makes me love you. everything is beautiful music lately. my parents singing hey jude from the kitchen gives me a reason to live. today the color of the eyes of the stranger beside me in line was so shocking I didn't even realize I was staring until she coughed.

"your eyes are beautiful"
"that's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in a week"

I wish I knew everyone