sometimes life feels like being back in childhood, standing in a room full of adults who are talking about something important, and you can tell it’s important, but they lower their voices when you walk in.
that same quiet hum of you don’t get to know yet. except now i’m grown, and no one’s lowering their voice anymore — they just live in a world i can’t seem to reach.
i keep waiting for someone to let me in on the secret, to hand me the missing page of the manual. but maybe there was never a secret. maybe everyone else just figured it out, and i didn’t.











