My name is Nikki Raffail.
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

To die a death so simply;
What a wondrous thing to do.
A chorus and its symphony;
Performing beauty so blue.

To feel the shock and feel the pain,
The ache among your limbs.
To leave the stress and leave the strain,
The void in which you’re in.

But to wander among the sunlight,
To feel the calm of the storm,
To live and have it feel right,
Overcomes death and all of its forms.