When you’re young, you feel invisible.
I wonder how many people have written or said that same sentence - word for word.
How do we function as adults when we know we’ve felt happier and purer, kinder and bolder when we were new to the world?
And when winter comes, the cold brings in the sharp thoughts that tear us apart,
So we sleep when we can, but no one can rest for too long,
And people are always knocking.
