Chin up, kiddo.

I feel like writing but want no one to feel like reading.

I want to crawl away, belly down, chin up, eyes looking at the sun. Everyone always tells you you'll burn holes in your eyes and go blind if you look at the sun-but everyone's done it, and we're still seeing...and sometimes looking again-accidentally, or with sunglasses, or through a cloud...it's all still looking again, though, isn't it?

Chin up, kiddo.