Broken Houses

This one time I pulled carpet out of a house for 4 hours with a boy. It was a while ago and I remember that day was pretty boring. I think we played video games after we finished tearing the carpet up, I think his parents brought us takeout. About a month later we broke up. 

But I remember being so happy that day.

I remember being happy about stepping on a nail.

I remember being happy about getting my shirt caught on the door.

I remember being happy about being tired.

I keep thinking "Space Camp" is this giant thing that we're all trying to achieve, I keep imagining it as our goals and dreams.

But I don't think it's one giant thing. I think it's a billion tiny things.

I think it's the way we pay attention to the little details; it's the way we say goodnight.

It's the way our fingertips brush against walls, it's the way we breathe.

It's the way you turn my emotions on and off like a light switch;

it's the way we hear what we listen for and see what we look for.

Space Camp is learning how to type and learning how to be forgiven.

It's bigger than getting accepted into college, it's bigger than finding "true love."

Space Camp is true love.

Space Camp is the ocean, and the way it turns from calm to hell in a matter of seconds. 

Space Camp is every grain of sand, every plant, every human being.

You're Space Camp,

I'm Space Camp,

We're all a little Space Camp.