walking to the beach and smelling the salty

walking to the beach and smelling the salty water, now that. that is one of the best feelings a human can ever experience. dancing in public and making a fool of yourself. laughing until tears stream down your face so hard and so fast. Taking a photograph, and for once, being proud of it. Even better, looking back at that photograph days, months, or years later and just being taken over by enormous amounts of emotion. a photograph that causes you to smile or breathe deep because all you wish is for one more second to go back to that single moment. holding someone close to you, both of your eyes closed, and just. breathe. breathe. breathe. with hands on each other and heartbeats exploding from your chests. Feeling important. Watching the sunset. Being excited for the days to come your way. Listening to a song that makes you want to cry. Being told you aren’t good enough, and then proving every single one of them wrong. The “golden time” during the day when everything has a cast of pink and yellows around it and the people you're with suddenly have light halos surrounding their head. the time when the sun gently catches every strand of hair, every glistening drop of water in puddles, and every dirty window is suddenly gleaming. Holding hands. Needing to cry because you’re just so happy. Finding something that helps you block out the pain. like running, running so hard and so fast that you feel as if you’re ready to break into a million pieces. Finally telling them you’re done with their lies. Finally Stopping yourself from lying, after all this time. Starting over. Writing. writing until your brain aches. Getting lost in a book, and for a few hours, forgetting who you are. Fields of tall grasses that children can get lost in. Corn fields, pumpkins, and crisp october air. Having brothers and sisters. Chasing the ice cream truck. Being in love. laying in the cold ocean and letting it carry you away. Letting your envy of others only make you stronger. Watching clouds roll by. Space. Free space. Open space. Your space. Their space. Outer space. Summer nights when all you want is to sleep with the widows open and the sound of cars passing by on late night drives. Being accepted. Being rejected. Being told your beautiful. Calling someone else Beautiful. A week without cellphones, computers, and televisions. Old televisions. Old films. Old cameras. Ancient letters. Ancient times. Time itself. This is all I've ever wanted.