It's A Strange Sensation To Live Inside

If There Was Ever A More Perfect Day In The History Of Time It Isn't One I've Heard About.

When You Read A Book, The Neurons In Your Brain Fire Overtime, Deciding What The Characters Are Wearing, How They're Standing, And What It Feels Like The First Time They Kiss. No One Shows You. The Words Make Suggestions. Your Brain Paints The Pictures.

Things Happen And Once They Start Happening You Pretty Much Just To Hold On For Dear Life And See Where They Drop You When They Stop.

It's A Strange Sensation To Live Inside Another Person's Life, To Wonder All The Time What He Is Doing, Or Thinking Or Feeling.

I Didn't Seem To Have That Effect On Anyone But It Would Have Been A Waste For Both Of Us To Be Saints.