Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside there's unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe. I see the ocean in front of me and I’m exactly where I want to be. My thoughts can't help but linger on the thought of you and your soft skin and what is real and what is beautiful and what just should never have been. It all sounds poetic in my head as I breathe these words. Is it because we're so trapped in our culture. In the being of being human on this planet with the brains we have, and the same two arms and legs everybody has. We’re so trapped that any way we could imagine to escape would be just another part of the trap. Anything we want, we’re trained to want. Scary. I’m looking forward to looking back on these times.