You can find me in the wind.
I have a hard time looking people in the eye.
You could find me slow dancing in the hallways,
if you could see the way I see the world in my head.
And if that happened, maybe I could look you in the eye.
There are so many people that we pass every day without acknowledging each other’s existences. Is it too much for us to expand the possibility of multiple worlds?
Is it too much for us to look each other in the eye?
I remember reading a book with a character who looked up.