I'm trying to make a difference in this world. I'm trying to keep philosophy alive. I'm trying to influence your mind all the while mine is traveling an a billion directions at once.
I believe a little insanity is a good thing.
I'm inspired by life and I'm inspired by brains and nature and love and happiness and obsessiveness and anything else that's in this universe and outside of it. I think too much. I write compulsively. I don't want society to stop reading. I don't want society to stop creating. I want to contribute to this planet's literature that is so often hidden under media, pop culture, and other things that won't really matter in fifty years.
These are my thoughts, and I can't control them. I can't control the words that flow out of my brain and through my body.
This is word vomit. And I'm not cleaning it up.
of you
I am the snow that blankets the ground; glistening, still, content. Changing forms, melting, chilling. I am the birds in the sky and my heart feels weightless and I am the sun that shines on the snow and warms the feathers of the birds, and I am the wind that makes it all shudder. I feel like flying, like glistening, like flowing. I feel weightless and beautiful and I cannot fully comprehend why.
I censor and I hide to keep you close. You are important, but those thoughts won’t be formed into exact words which won’t leave my lips. I am excited and you are too and on days like today, it feels like the whole earth is going along with our trend. I want to jump and run and I want you to follow.
I feel like the snow that shines, the birds that fly, and the wind that blows. I’m taking flight and I feel like I physically and mentally will not be able to land for quite a while. So I’ll go on with my day feeling this euphoria and I’ll hold onto the hope that you might want to fly with me.
