now.

we have to be proactive. you have to prove we are funnier than johnny. who's johnny? johnny a, johnny b, johnny c...yeah i know. what if we were watching ourselves right now, what would we think? we are always just another reality show, realizing itself just as fast as the other twenty two billion. we exist without most writing, except for the kind we can't help but hide under. and we want there to be prizes and fame at the end and so we miss what we can so easily catch (dream, wish, learn, love, be) along the way. all of a sudden we grow into our mid twenties and we can't seem to understand how we got here. do we choose to ignore some of our most uphill adventures, just to say now....this is just how i am, this is just who i am. but how did we stumble into this time. i recall to the past less and less now yet all i want to know is how i came to be here. in a constant disconnect she finds beauty and glory and love...but she isn't sure if this love will end up the way she's sure it should. she can't help but dream that she knows the good ending and the bad ending. we think we know whats right...and we do...but just not as often as we imagine. who are we fooling. love. love. love.