Sitting by the window, trickling drops of rain landed on the seal. The whole place felt like a sealed, unattainable box where you can fit just about the right amount of moments. But I never knew that fake was so real, because they wish I was. But that's not what I am, and as I fall apart, I understand that people only connect to feel the presence of everything and nothing in the same moment, and that's okay. Because I'm underneath with everything that I fall over into. But when I stand up, I feel like my connections connect with you, and when I understand that, my relevance becomes relevant reverence in perseverance through eternity's...