entertainer

I wish i knew how to be one.

I love the smell of airports.

I can really hate myself when I start to talk honestly.

Honestly. The truth hurts.

They say the brain process the sound faster than they do with the light, but light moves faster than sound.

The actual event we see is actually happened faster than what we would hear. We are in sync with the light and sound only when we are standing far enough. We did not actually experience the actual event most of the time. Human survived reality by the trick of time. I guess..we owed something to the unactual, whether we like it or not. Our memory protects us from an unpleasant experience.

You're brighter than the others.

Maybe that is why I prefer to see you from afar. Our sense to a certain amount of light exposure would inform our brain to cover our eyes. Sometimes we survived by shielding ourselves from things that threaten our existence.

I wish somewhere, someplace I can finally figure out how, to be honest without being a prick and to learn to see with no shield.

And what these all have got to do with the airports?

For now...

I like the smell of it. It reminds me of something familiar almost like home. Where so many people in one place feel not so different. We are all mostly strangers to each other. Strangers allow me to keep being quiet. They wouldn't care to think about what went wrong.