there is a world that seems to race past me. its surface, so quick, so slippery, that i cant get my grip on it. for so long, i tried to be whatever size or shape of a thing that would stick. i made myself small so i could sneak into crevices, big so i could swell in them and never be dislodged. quiet so the ones who minded, wouldnt notice. loud so the ones who noticed, wouldn't mind. i didn't do it for the company. i didn't do it to be liked. i did it to feel like the things that brought other people together, weren't the things that set me apart. i wanted to believe that there was a place for me in that space where people seemed happy together.