hannah and i ran in the rain, under the lightning storm, and felt alive.

hannah and i ran in the rain, under the lightning storm, and felt alive. i felt more alive than i've felt in a goddamn long time. why do we only become lonely when we grow older? i think childhood is the best moment of our life, and it is fleeting, and despite all our hopes, we can never recapture it except to consciously strive for a replica of its existence that will never be more of a replica. which, considering our bloodless polite lives as mature adults, is good enough.