summer

It's weird how one little thing, or a string of many little things can change so much.

It's weird how after listening for hours to that one little voice that filters through a series of circuits and units, that you start to notice different things like how the tempo isn't as fast as you thought it was, and it's really not that complex at all. You realize that maybe complexity isn't everything. Maybe you don't need to be intricate to mean something, or to dig into the muscles and crevasses of a certain organ.

It's weird how you can know of someone for so long but once you know them, it's a whole new ball game, and you realize that you've been waiting all this time just to get the call that you aren't even in the right park.

It's weird how you can mistake someone else's happiness for sadness or vice versa.

It's weird how you can hate something so much that you aren't sure if you really hate it at all, or if it's just some sort of love you just don't quite understand. Maybe all it really is, is a series of linguistics or words that the heart doesn't translate completely into english.