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
What do you want?
Lips of mouths that smile at you. Lips of mouths to touch. I can’t move. I won’t. Suddenly you realize that everyone is smiling, if not with their mouths. Everyone around you. Embrace the embraces. Let go and hold on. In a room where the only sound is music. You won’t belong. You wouldn’t understand. You would brush away the smiles in eyes in voices in conversations that people that aren’t us wouldn’t see. You wouldn’t understand.
So what do you want?
I don’t want to feel, so I can feel the unfeeling feeling of the void of unfeeling. I don’t want to see, so I can see the unseen sight of the void of blindness. I don’t want to love, so I can love the lifeless loving of the void of love.
What do you want?
I want to see.
So what do you want?
You.
What do you want?
I want to run in empty fields where no one else can bother us. I want to be alone. I want you to assist in how lonely we are. Everyone else isn’t as lonely. But everyone else doesn’t understand the bliss of solitude. No one else can see the empty field where they can’t be bothered because it doesn’t matter.
What do you want?
Something that matters.
So what do you want?
I DON’T KNOW.
What are you afraid of?
I’m afraid of fears that others hold. I’m afraid that fear itself will destruct everyone internally. I’m afraid of the fear of love. The fear itself. I don’t want any deserving soul to live without seeing.
What do you want?
I want to be able to figure out how I feel this way. I want to put words and sentences together that would describe what can’t be seen. I want to move out of this chair to something or someone that will help me understand. I don’t want censorship. I want to see.
So what do you want?
Not this.
