I don’t know if I’ve ever truly felt like the ground beneath me was firm. Things always feel like they’re moving and I never get the chance to catch up to them and when I do, it feels like it all goes too quickly. I am nice to people I don’t like because I don’t know what else to do. I feel like I’m waiting for something but I don’t know what it is. I often walk past people in the street, and I wonder if anyone else is waiting too. I don’t know if I’m ever, really, “Here.”
