That's how I know we are ever-changing. We are evolving within ourselves with every step. With every blink. With every thought.
My feet are so loud, but my voice is so soft.
And I wonder if anyone can hear me when I'm yelling, but I fear that everyone can hear me when I walk.
The world's funny that way.
We fear being watched, being understood, being out of place.
But we drive ourselves crazy just to be noticed or admired.
I don't know much.
But what I do know is that pistachio ice cream is delicious, I will never love a man more than my father, and people will be people.
I will be me. And you will be you.
The silence taught me that.