I know a lot of things.
I know the square root of 7,043,716 is 2,654, and I know the medical name for your collar bones is clavicle and for your jaw is mandible, your left ventricle pumps blood away from your heart, and an ocular contusion is a fancy way of saying 'black eye'.
I know the sky is blue and the taste of alcohol burns your throat. I know people are not medicine, they are drugs. I know love is here and love is a matter of opinion and a measure of regard. I know everyone will die someday.
I know so many damned things,
yet I don't know why the hell I'm still thinking about you.
YOU ARE READING
bones
Randomi wrote this when i thought love was the look in his eyes rather than mine.
