how come?
when we’re little
we ask with glowing eyes
“how come, how could it be?”
and the lighting bugs dance around us
and we laugh and try to catch them
we put them in jars
and grow civilizations.
but when you get older civilizations crumble.
our glowing eyes are diminished
but the millions of tears that we cry over nothing.
we are cynical and doubting.
and we’re all pitiful.
but some of us our beautiful.
and some of us are idealists.
some of us can’t see past the fact
that i jumped up and down
and danced around the store
because you called me.
i saved the message.
i missed talking to you this summer.
and after only 10 hours without your voice,
at my first available opportunity
i already wanted to call you again.
“i’m finding it harder, to be a gentleman every day.
but if i held the door for you it might make your day..”
-tws
what door do i need to unlock and hold open?