maybe it's not about the big picture, but rather about the moments in between. the half seconds between breaths, the even shorter periods of time when we blink, escaping the visual world for mere moments. maybe it's about deciphering how long it would take to drive from one end of the country to the other, or how soon we can begin exploring our own infinite abyss. maybe it's about experiencing a million little lifetimes within this overwhelming one, ignoring the concept of a stagnant destination, but constantly getting lost in all of these tiny universes. learning everything there is to know, not about math or science, but about being human. learning to wear our hearts on our sleeves, learning how far we can wade into the water while still touching the soft earth with our fumbling toes, learning to see through the summer haze and into the sky and realizing how fucking big this world is. wanting to remain youthful, wanting to know what it means to truly feel awestruck, wanting to watch the stars burn, burn, burn, wishing we could touch them with our fingertips to understand the reality of everything. letting our open wounds bleed and bruise and scar because they are reminders that we lived spontaneously and loved recklessly and didn't forget a fucking thing.