Studying ES 13 is frustrating like swimming.
Like finding out what I want to do after college.
Like waking up in a chilly morning when there's no reason to.
Like singing and dancing.
Like birds in cages.
Or watching people and touching strangers.
It's discouraging like a magician admired by no one.
Like looking at you not looking at me not looking at you looking at me...
....We're breathing and breathing but never believing.
We're both dreamers without dreams.
