Even though I'm seventeen, I guess I still thought this would always be true - that there would always be that lost-and-found, and not the lost-and-still-lost that I am now trapped inside.

How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.

The world, right now, is only us.

And maybe it is only by finding yourself that you can feel the true intensity of becoming close to another person.

Is that all we need? Can the way we say each other's names encompass all our history, all our love, all our fear, all our fights, all our reunions, all of what we know about each other, all of what we don't know?

Once you experience enormity, it lingers everywhere you look, and want to be every word you say.

dissonance, n. Nights when I need to sleep and you can't. Days when I want to talk to you and you won't. Hours when every noise you make interferes with my silence. Weeks when there is a buzzing in the air, and we both pretend we don't here it.