Basement Kids.

we don’t fear growing old, being hurt, or dying. we fear loneliness. we fear a loss of emotion, a lack of meaning. it’s our disease. it’s what drives us to greater and greater extremes… all in hopes that we can feel something real. just as an addict continues to delve deeper and deeper into his medicine chasing after the feeling of a first-time-high. in both cases, we search for something that can never again be attained.

“ive realized im alone, and ive noticed i dont mind.”- JD

“i remember when i was in second grade i wanted to learn how to tap dance so badly.. finally my parents caved and enrolled me in a tap class. couldnt sleep the night before or contain my excitement in the hours before my first class… but being that i was very tall for my age and in the beginner tap class all the girls around me were in kindergarten and a good two feet shorter than me. they all stared at  me like o__O wut is she doing here… and the entire class i was biting me lip like *plz dont cry dont cry donnnnt cry* . finally the class ended and as i was waiting for my mom to pick me up i hear one of the little kindergarten girls say to her mom “mommy theres an eighth grader in my class” and had this smug ass face on. since i had begged my parents so relentlessly to be in tap classes i kept going to them all year. never talked to any of the girls… felt so ridiculously isolated. i never really got back from that.. i still hold on to that fear of rejection from my peers.” - JD

“I know there are people who say these things don’t happen; I know these will all be stories, in the end, but right now, we are alive and in this moment, I swear we are infinite.”

our parents, our teachers, our law enforcement… they think were lacking intelligence because of the trouble we get into. we’re smarter than they may ever know. smart enough to see the world we’re living in and realize that no matter what cards we’ve been dealt, no matter how we play it… we’ll never make it. so while we’re here, we might as well do something worthwhile.

we know how it feels to be free, if just for a moment. we have learned (if not mastered) the art of not giving a fuck. the world has no boundaries for a person who doesn’t care. we almost wish we could care, but over the years we’ve lost faith in every reason to. we are infinite.