7572 — Untitled

What a wonderful world to be born into? And somehow all the adults have the child still in me — the child I really still am — scared stupid. That I can’t do anything. That I can’t be liked or be enough as I am. That might be well in a world of only one town, but not a one town world. How many other people out there, who need what I have to say? Not the other Cole 500 years from now. That’s a comforting thought too, but it’s not true. It’s not true on its own because it’s true now! The 500 other Coles, at least, out there now. What a thought; what a world.

— cole