Icarus
by White Hinterland


Lately, it's been something. Every little answer to our questions are right underneath our noses, but we are so lost in the daily hustle and bustle of our lives. As time passes and things begin to wrap, we realize what we could have done differently. What's done is done.

There is a guy who teases me every day at my school because we bump into each other almost daily. Most often, we bump into the certain corner of a hall. Something about his comical egoism makes me want to pull his ear but the idea of always seeing this guy makes me almost...smile.

Random Thought: Sleep is nice.