i am wondering stupid little things. i like when you stand under the porch light at night and just look up, moving so far away. i like reading books, warm and lost in my blankets. i like my socks and my shoes and my hands in the grass. i like when you fall into your smile, tumbling, infinite. i like spilling drinks, shower steam, freckles, falling over, the colours in my head. i like you, but i keep my distance.