There are things that I see every day that I want to cut out and peel, present them to you. The colour of the sun this morning, the smell of my old journal, the calm in the ocean. Untouchable things, things that words can merely surround. They can never be swallowed except in peripheral vision. And when I sleep, I wonder how many thousands of those untouchable moments I’m missing. How many people simply blink at them and never feel anything. They are content with just existing, when all I can feel is the ache to live.
