its time to tell you who i am again.

i like to look at reflections of crowds of people, but not people themselves.
i perfer the coarseness of sand to the fluff of a pillow
i perfer the coarse grass to the sand
i often take time out of my day to stare blankly at something
i often take leaps and bounds when step by step would have been fine
theres nothing i can't imagine
cold is better than hot
i can wait for a tree to die
i keep things for very long times
dark is better than light
i let people know when things bother me
one perfect thing is worth more than a million imperfect