We swim around in big holes filled with water purely for fun.

When we get sad, dew drops form in our eyes and we physically try to drain ourselves of that sadness.

When we sleep we watch little movies, made by ourselves play out in our heads.

We smile at strangers so that they know we are full of love.

We like to look at dying rocks in the sky and hope they’re looking back at us.

Our bodies are meant to fit each other’s: our hands intertwine perfectly and our heads rest effortlessly in the crook of someone else’s neck.

We purposely stab ink into our skin so that our bodies can carry artwork forever.

We fall in love with different assortments of sounds and vibrations because they make us feel less lonely.

We can tell how someone is feeling just by observing the curves of their mouth or the look in their eyes.

When we’re happy or amused we make our own unique noise and often can’t control it.

Our cheeks get red when flustered, like the warmth inside us is dying to seep out.

We stain our fingernails with pigment because we like how the colors look on our hands.

We feel so deeply we often describe the sadness as our heart literally breaking.

We find joy in random things like moving on shoes with wheels attached to them.

We can’t help but wince when we see someone else’s bruise or scar because we are such compassionate beings.

We talk to babies in high voices as if to protect their bright perceptions of the world.

We never lose awe of things we see everyday, like the stars in the night sky or the way the suns red and yellows seep into the horizon when it starts to set.

Some people dedicate years and years of their life to learning how to save others.

We dedicate gentle moments of silence to tragedy because we recognize our own words are destined to fall short.

We let ourselves fall in love despite knowing it could destroy and break us.

Poets and artists scribble their emotions out onto paper as though to empty themselves of it.

We wave our hands excitedly as a way to greet people.

We show parts of who we are by decorating ourselves with different pieces of clothing or putting dye in our hair.

We hold those we love tightly, as if trying to mend their broken pieces together.