Even still...

Nothing alike...

I think its cool that there is a difference… It doesn’t always have to be a big difference— Just the fact that something is nothing like you’ve ever seen before… It’s natural to scare some people… Making them sort of intimidated… I for one embrace it. Becoming heavily intrigued by the fact that I’m not used to what’s happening… Now I wanna learn more. What makes it different, why is it different, how is different, how do you feel about being different. But the trick is… Nothing is different to whomever it is that is labeled to. It’s all they knew, its all we knew so what’s really normal? My truth...

I'll find...

Maybe then...

The darkest root of the newest tree… It was meant to grow in the field of dreams. Clearly this is for me, the tree. Crippled by reality, that actually, this is none of your control. Put it on hold, for you know…Maybe then it’ll grow. When life tells you to, nature is a course of its own, See nobody cares for you as much as you do… Regardless of what they say, you’re in it alone— You shouldn’t feel this way. Again… Reality…it has no sense of direction, subject to change at will… The only thing you have is a plan—if that. Like the tree, you’ll see…its mission to grow tall. But the darkest root declines...

Take off...

Maybe...

I lay down in a bed that was temporary, pondering my forever—of course. What scares me most about myself is my heart. Branded on my sleeve, I love so hard, not many things I promise but they say… “Quality of quantity”—I believe in it. I call it passion… When you find yourself so deep in something it becomes a drug—the addicting king… You desire more knowledge of it. Sulking in the pleasure of simply knowing what makes this thing so much better than everything else… Surpassingly my passion is life? What about it makes it so… worth it, you know? What makes people think this way, do this and that,...

Cloud 9...

The "moment"...

I wanted to write something amazing, something people would love… But that’s all in my head. I typically don’t care about people in the real world— It’s less worries, decreased disappointments accompanied by the lack of expectations I have for those who already have places in my life. They tell you never dwell on the future, live in the present, and leave the past in rear view… Then I question— Well at some point, how are you living in the present without considering the future? Your spirit can’t be that free, unless you’re the few REAL hippies left in this generation. More so, what is life without...