Not available.

My friends think that I live in a dreamworld inside of my own head, and that I should get a grip. But I know that if I opened up the windows of my eyes to reality, and if I would dare to look outside, I would fall through the horizon onto my own death, because my head is in the clouds. It would be a fatal fall. So I just keep holding onto the stars. And though most think that it’s dangerous to hang suspended between the sky and the ground, some people cannot help it, because their souls were born to fly.

Eventually, you just give up on everything.

Like the friends who can't keep their word,
and always having someone to go to with things,
and the thought of ever seeing you again.

Then you stop calling people back
Or they even just stop calling you altogether
then they don't bother to come around anymore

And absolutely every fucking bone in your body beings to ache,
every second, every fucking day.

You are a fake person.
And one day I hope everyone gets to see just how pathetic you are.

I didn’t plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.

Sending my thoughts.

We make all sorts of decisions and choices everyday and we end up doing things; some we wish we had never done, some we wish we could relieve over and over again. But all of these make us who we are. If we were to reverse any of them we wouldn’t be who we are now so just live, make mistakes, learn from them and never doubt who you are, where you’ve been or where you’re going.

Explosions in the mind

Those minutes where I'm alone, just me and my pillow. I think, a lot.
I think about everyone and everything, anything. It varies from "What am I doing with my life?" to, "Did I have homework?" The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud. It drives me insane because the things I usually don't think about, I think about. Sometimes, I hate it because it brings up things I'd rather never think about again.
The split second before sleep is the most active moment of my life.

Canons.

You're going to lose people in your life.
And I realize that no matter how much time you spend with them, or how much you appreciate them or love them and told them so, it will never seem like it was enough.

Claustrophobe.

Your sense of freedom is measured by how you live your life. If you just settle and live by other peoples means then you will always be a prisoner.

Comfort in hope.

I don't believe in a lot of things.
I've always been a realist. A pessimist, if you will.

There are a few good things in my life that I'll always believe in, though. And I'll hold onto those things with a strong conviction.

Myself. Love. Honesty. The pursuit of happiness.

If you love something a lot, don't ever say goodbye. Because goodbye means forgetting.

Always be honest, for lies never get you anywhere and only destruct what is already broken.

I'll always believe in myself, because I have every reason to.
Since I was young, my mother instilled this idea in my mind.
It's about getting what you want and doing things you feel are impossible, until you actually obtain them.

I want to live my life with he pursuit of happiness in mind.
Within that, everything will fall in and out of place. So I'll challenge myself and evaluate what is right, what I want. What I need the most and what I'm never going to let go of.

Mastering the truth.

When I was younger and more faithful, I would go to confession.

Dear father, I have sinned.
It has been months since I've last seen you. And so on. . .

I have a confession right now. And as bad as it may sound here it goes:


I truly hate almost everyone I know.

December.

I have fond memories of all my previous Decembers.

Sledding, friends, snow days, peacefulness, simplicity.


I woke up this morning and decided I'm going to welcome winter with open arms, as polar bears would die for a normal December way up in the pole.

Let's stop with the pollution, and let Mother Nature restore herself now before things get worse for innocent animals.

The new singularity.

And no group of people, is as important as a single person. There's no them that's more important than a you.

Cooperate with me, while I lose it.

People always point to substance abuse, mental illness, heredity, and other excuses for their insanity or the dysfunction in their lives.

I think people destroy each other.
Not any of that other bullshit. I think it's an obvious thing.
Something everyone overlooks in search of some other appropriate answer.

I can't handle feeling this suffocated.
Right now I feel so fucking suffocated by the way my parents demand so much out of me. I don't want to follow rules because I do not feel like they are doing any good for me. Making the right choice isn't some sort of impossible task.

So tonight I just left. I ate like you wanted me to. I was angry, I am still angry. The way you demand I sit down and eat when all I want to do is stride out my frustration on a road that won't tell me where to go or how to get there.

So I do as you say while in my mind I'm screaming. I'm shouting and I'm pissed off and I just need to be left alone.

I slip out the back door and let myself run, let myself go. It's wet and dark and quiet. I wish there were more nights like this. I turn up the hill and head into the darkness.

My legs are sore and my playlist is dull. I take street after street slowly winding myself down. Breathe, exhale deeper, you're losing yourself Ana.

Miles later I start thinking again. I don't feel like your rules and demands are choking me. For once I'm not worried about anything, as I'm in my element.

I'm alive and I feel free.
I refuse to suffocate in your problems, I'm running with my legs and my mind goes blank.

It's so easy for people to hurt one another, to alienate someones soul.

Advice

I find these words to be quite profound.

"The art of living is neither careless drifting on the one hand nor fearful clinging on the other. It consists in being sensitive to each moment, in regarding it as utterly new and unique, in having the mind open and wholly receptive."
— Alan Watts (via thisisendless)

Some of my favorites.

serendipity, sigh, gratitude, thalassic, iconoclast, hallow, liquid, motivation, music, elements, cosmos, stars, dolphins, unique, summer, energy, light, cuddle, flowers, effervescent, taproot, continuum, aurora, autumn, rapture, starlight, beloved, encapsulate, hyperbole, illuminate, jonquil, memoir, pique, pernicious, poniard, violet, ecclesiastic, resonance, ephemeral, gossamer, willow, dove, sleep, slumber, brooding, revolution, space, rhythm, clarity, rare, quixotic, vulnerable, atonement, wanderlust, scent, touch, enchanting, whimsical, engaging, stimulating, inquisitive, cautious, comfort, mermaid, water, art, calmness, simpleness, logic, myriad, satiate, floating, smile, happy, wish, forever, menagerie, wild, crave, convoluted, darling, magical, bungalow, kerfuffle, oomph, zephyr, solipsism, azure, virago (haha), suppose, auspicious, chimerical, decadence, prose, lovely, fierce, lily, incandescent, complicated, believer, essence, existence, cathartic, cascade, juxtaposition, hemoglobin, fabulous, shine, doll, lace, mirror, tea cup, tea party, mansion, god, quote, lovable, numb, chocolate, sugar, sunrise, universe, brilliant, linger, entropy, sparrow, whimsy, evoke, tracasserie, excellent, lossom, novelty, wondrous, meadow, psychedelic, adventure, bracelets, intrigue, heart, honest, joy, joyful, prosperity, amethyst, peculiar, wunderkind, candid, insomnia, mantra, tentative, murmur, splendiferous, mesmerizing, majestic, lust, veranda, subside, insatiable, mellow, heartache, fancy, fruitcake, rose, charismatic, extraordinary, maestro, supernova, metaphysical, prodigy, cosmopolitan, personification, revolutionary, dubious, wonderland, veil, ardent, maudlin, serenade, mystify, sweet, discovery, efficacy, swirling, fiasco, impasse, reminisce, allusion, euphoria, brittle, twinkle, conundrum, mage, sentient, fay, goetic, fripery, flourish, opalescent, classic, lackadaisical, fisticuffs, brilliant, sincerity, lengendary, grace, voluptuous, dulcet, fusion, harmony, fascinating, deeply, elusive, euphoria…

But as far as the growing up process goes, every once in a while, you have to ask yourself the question: “Well, what about my faith in humanity? Doesn’t it restore some cosmic equilibrium of beauty? Doesn’t it make them, or at least me, a better person?” And then one day, you realize that the answer to that question is: “No. It just classifies you as naive.” And you keep believing partially out of spite, and partially out of the denial that you were born with, and that is when you become a grown woman.

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel as if I’m gazing at a distant star. It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist anymore. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

Residence

This house looks very magical,
like it's just crawling with endless possibilities.
Creativity could strike at any second,
The space would make me feel at ease.
Free.
Crisp and sharp like a pine needle.
Sea salt in the air
Mixed with pure joy and contentment.

Confession.

Something inside me ruins all my relationships. Because whenever I get too close to someone, the feelings always disappear. And after they leave, the feelings always come back.

Remarkable.

You can never be too sure. You might feel absolutely certain about something, but the doubt always lingers in the back of your head, in the cavern of your soul.

It's inevitable. I guess maybe the doubt is what tears people apart. Maybe it's selfishness, emotion, hurt, insecurities, being lost, your own problems. Not wanting anyone else in.

It's important to hold onto the things you doubt the most, because they're often what you need the most.

Recall.

"How could I have been so ignorant? she thinks. So stupid, so unseeing, so given over to carelessness. But without such ignorance, such carelessness, how could we live? If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next - if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions - you’d be doomed. You’d be as ruined as God. You’d be a stone. You’d never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You’d never love anyone, ever again. You’d never dare to."
- Margaret Altwood, The Blind Assain (page 632)

Under pressure

I wanted to fall asleep in the horizon.

I wanted to melt into the surface of the ocean.

Taking the plunge.

Sometimes, people actually do feel that way.
Sometimes, your life feels like it's caving in on you. Sometimes, people really do feel like they don't want to exist, like they just want to curl up in a ball, and go into that place between life and death.
Saying, "I don't want to exist," is not saying "I want to die".
It's saying "I wish that I could go somewhere and not have to feel."
I don't think there's anything wrong with that. And if you don't know how it feels to feel this way, then you have no place to judge anyone who does.

Gain control.

I don't understand a lot of things.

My best friends don't care

How do I carry on?

I can't stand half of the people I encounter day after day,

I'm so misunderstood.

I could keep writing and feel sorry for myself,
for the fact I have no one

But there are some,
That I love
To no end.

They love me even more than I deserve

So I'm not alone

I'm just an outsider with some people that don't mind who I really am

I guess that's part of life

Whispering see you later,

Because our friendship is buried away

Under all of your lies

I've given up

I'm at that point, where I don't know what else to do

I'd like to think we are just paused,

And hopefully someday we can resume.

When you're born, you're born into this world as one person. One breathing, living, creature. You come into this world alone, and you leave alone.

But what you're born into isn't solidarity. You're born into a family. Not by choice, but more by pure coincidence and sheer fate.

Is it fair to be born into something you can't choose for yourself? I would think no, but there really isn't anyway around it.

Some days I can be pleasant and take your shit, but not today. You test my sanity, my state of well-being. We will never see eye to eye, you're always right. Shut up already. In the car tonight, I was on the brink of freaking out. But you don't care, no you really don't.

Here comes the good part, finally.

I have really fantastic friends.
The imperfect, unassuming, loyal best friends. The family that you're meant to have, the ones that make you feel alive. The family you enjoy and cherish, not the one you're born into.

So much more.

Passion. It's what makes life worthwhile. I'd have to say my passion came early in life. Fourth grade or so, running became my anti-drug. I run in all sorts of situations. I run for happiness, I run when I'm on the edge. I run in joy and I run because I know I have to.
The majority of us people take running seriously for granted. I truly believe that every single person was born for a reason, with some sort of purpose. I was born to run.

Cross country. The first thing you probably think of, when you hear "cross country" mentioned, is undoubtedly, running. But that's just the surface thought that comes to most. If you're a runner, you know how much more there really is.

It's not just running. It's mental strength, self-promise. It's praying to god. It's hanging on when you really don't think you can go one more step. It's love and it's hate. It's family, a team. It's devotion. It's unbelievable, indescribable, and addicting.

This season hasn't gone like I'd planned. Not at all. I've struggled with a stress fracture in my cuboid, and as the season is almost over, I've just begun. I struggle, I breakdown. I feel like I can't go, but I know I have to and I know I will.

Without my team, my number one support system, I would not have any faith in myself. Maybe a little, but not enough.
I might not always show it, but I'm so thankful for my teammates. Their encouragement and love is insurmountable, and I wouldn't trade them for anything.

Between the love of my team and the passion of running, I feel really lucky. Lucky to run, lucky to have people pick me up on days like today.

Cross country isn't always about running. It's not even always about winning, or having an amazing season. It's about so much more.

Lost myself

I step outside myself and observe

all the things that everyone else witnesses

I almost never understand how I really am

and I have no control over it.

The thoughts in my head are only of confusion

rambling different ideas,

too fast to comprehend.

My mouth lets out words that aren’t thought out

those that are around me are lost

they don’t understand.

Because they can’t see past the outside

it often feels like I can’t either.

I know it’s not a state I like to be in

but I have no control over it.

Crying is now something I don’t bother to do

one can only cry so much and then it’s pointless,

now all I’m left with is a blank

a blank stare

a blank feeling

a blank being.

Say No.

It feels liberating to say ‘no’ every once in a while. I makes you realize you can’t do everything. It is just impossible. You have a limited amount of time and there are an endless amount of options. If you say yes to everything, you will end up doing a whole lot of things you don’t really want to do. You will end up wasting time. So you need to choose. You need to choose what you want to do. You need to decide what you want to do in your life. Don’t be afraid of missing out on things, because the truth is you are going to miss out. Everybody does. You just need to decide what things you are willing to miss out on, to life the things you don’t want to miss out on. So give yourself permission to say no. It will make your yeses and your life more meaningful.

On a late night like this.

I used to be bothered by the fact that I couldn't understand the motives and reasoning behind other people and their actions. I was afraid there was something wrong with me. I realize now it doesn't matter. My lack of standard humanity is what makes me great. And it's what makes me truly human.

The paper cuts, the cheating lovers.

Maybe I ask too much. I just want a little understanding, someone who will for once feel what I feel. Common ground seems so unattainable. So we've all had our ups and downs, but who's to say that will define us? I wish I could get a grip on my emotions. The idea of having a good time must mean something completely different to me though; surrounded by a group of people I particularly don't like, I stand here awkwardly and want nothing more than to leave. Why did I come? I look to my best friend, but you also don't seem to mind. Watching and taking this in, let's all drown in gossip. And here's the question that creeps up my spine. Maybe I ask too much.

Good morning, Sleepyhead.

I don’t expect everyone to understand me because there is this urge that’s pushing me.
I have to prove myself that I am not lying when I say “I am alive.”
I want to really feel things and be really invested into what is happening in my life.

Because, you know, this is all we have, and I want my life to be extraordinary and I want to be loved and understood. Not because of other people, but because of myself, mostly -out of selfish hedonism.

No, no, this is not selfish; I don’t do everything just for myself .Now I am just thinking in circles, being hard on myself for being me.
Anyway, who doesn’t want to be loved and understood? It’s completely normal. There’s nothing wrong with me. It’s just that I think more and feel more than most people -and if I believed that this was only in my head then I would try to snap out of it and remind myself that everybody cares so much… but everyone tells me that most people do not -not like me anyways. They tell me: “You over-think and overanalyze things, and you care too much about everything. You need to think less, you know?”
No, I don’t know. I don’t understand how other people function. They seem like machines. I want to tell myself that they are sad and happy and wonderful but I still feel like they are different. Just because I am outnumbered it doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t try to live to the fullest -and as far as I’m concerned, that involves fighting the general apathy of the world and the mundaneness of everyday routine. Or maybe I am full of shit and nobody should listen to me, ever.

Waiting to pray.

Shoobeedoo.

Going to the Cabin today with very lovely people.

Life was lived.

And the worst thing is the wasted time. All the forgotten moments. The unfulfilled dreams. The regrets. All the missed chances. The best thing is however, that life was lived. There was pain and heartache, but it did not compare to all the love and joy. All the dancing. All the jumping around. The amazing people. The fulfilled dreams. The opportunities. The accomplishments. Life was lived. It was not perfect, but it was perfect enough. And the good news is, the best is yet to come.

Secrets on your pillow.

I don't understand how you can smile all day and then cry yourself to sleep at night.
How pictures never change, but the people in them do.
How your best friend can be your worst enemy, or how strange it is when your worst enemy turns into your friend.
How forever turns into a few short months that you'd do almost anything to get back.
How you can let go of something that you once said you couldn't live without.
How even though you know something is best for you, it hurts just the same.
How the people who once wanted to spend all of their time with you can't even spare a few seconds.
How people make promises despite knowing how common it is from them to be broken.
How people can erase you from their lives just because it's easier than working things out.

iloveyoumorethanyouwilleverknow.

Sick and Tired.

Messing up isn't fun. But the thing about fucking up is that you're supposed to learn from those mistakes, right?
Move forward, and learn to do the right thing. Believe it or not, you can do it. Having a backbone is good for that sort of thing.

I'm writing right now but I don't even know how to convey the thoughts and feelings I've been having.
Maybe because I've never felt more alone than ever before, maybe because everyone does things and I'm one of the few that just don't. Either way, being lied to sucks.
It's probably one of the most hurtful things. You think I can't handle the truth? The truth would hurt a lot less if you told me from the start. If you didn't do these self destructing, sick things.
Maybe I'm the problem in this situation. Maybe I should just quit caring about what other people do. But no convincing or ignorance can really shield my feelings, it will still bother me.
High school is supposed to be the time of my life. So why do I sit up at night with different thoughts than the rest of the world? It's impossible because no one, I mean no one, would ever agree with me.

Trust is defective. Those friends? Completely different people. Change is a part of life. Like a phase in a way.

Maybe I'll never fit in. But really, why would I throw away all self respect for a good time? I'm fucking high on life, I don't know what good comes from illegal substances.
I give up.

Chaux Pastry Heart.

Everyone has two sides to them. One they let the world see, and one they keep to themselves. I dare you to let yourself be seen on both sides of the telescope, being totally vulnerable, for someone you love.

For the win.

Sometimes giving up is the best thing to do. Everybody always tells you giving up is weak. That it is the wrong thing to do, no matter what. But sometimes giving up is the best thing to do. Sometimes you need to give up something to get something better. Sometimes you have to give up something that makes you unhappy, to get happy. It takes a lot of courage to give up something you feel you should do, or everybody else thinks you should do, but that doesn´t make you happy. It takes a lot of courage to admit that you can’t do something, that it is not within your capabilities. Giving up can be weak, but it can also be brave.

I know there are a lot of people out there who wish they could travel the world, who wish they could have that awesome job or who wish they could be an artist. The truth is that most people do not get what they want, because they are too scared to give up what they have. They are scared to quit their jobs or their school. Giving something up means that you have to start something new and that is scary. You could fail, you could fall flat on your face. You might even regret giving up. That’s life. Chance is, however, that you get what you want. You could travel the world, get that amazing job, be an artist, or whatever it is that you want to be. But even if you fail, you get something in return for your bravery. You don´t have to ask yourself: “What would have happened if I would have had the courage? What if?”

So work hard at what you want, don’t quit if it gets hard, if you know that it is what you want. But if you feel you are in the wrong place, doing the wrong thing, working hard to get something you don’t want to have, have the courage to give up.

Dare to give up.

Guaranteed To Disagree.

The days where I feel like the world is my best friend and I'm full of life. The days I'm with my best of best friends, listening to music, happier than happy. The days I run like I'll never stop. The days I'm myself and more comfortable than I've ever been. Been having those kind of days lately, and life couldn't be any sweeter.

I lost my Warped Tour virginity with my best friend Emily yesterday. We did some pretty crazy shit, saw a whole bunch of hotties, and jammed like the world was coming to an end. And every minute of it was a fucking blast.

Let go.

You drag me on gravel,
You drag me on curbs,
Into a building,
Knowing it hurts.

I bump into door frames,
Up and down stairs,
Now back on the streets,
But none of us cares.

You seat me in windows,
You seat me in swings,
I fly away laughing,
I’m one with the wind.

“I’m happy now, darling!”
I yell as I fly,
You know you destroy me,
I crash and I die.

Falling slowly.

Color blind.

Holy shit, I'm still alive.

Two summers ago, I had the best summer of my life with my two best friends in the world. Day after day, we would listen to Jason Mraz on repeat and scream lyrics in happiness until we would fall over, breathless. We'd sleep and dance and bake cookies and run down to the lake and laugh, laugh, laugh. I'll never forget that summer. The summer when nothing got in our way, nothing but us mattered.

This summer has been nothing like that one. This summer, I've fought with people that I used to get along with. I've cried for being sad, not because I was laughing too hard at my best friends being ridiculous.
I've ran, but not the kind of run where the world couldn't touch me. The kind of run that makes me want to run away from everyone and everything.

There's people that understand me, without words. They just know. Those people, I will always love. And from this point on, I'm done losing sleep. Done arguing. Done explaining myself. Because if you cared enough you wouldn't push me to that point, you wouldn't break me down and step on my ashes, and let the wind pick me up.

I'm not heartbroken, because it wasn't real. I'm not tired anymore, because there's too much to live for.

Can't pretend, that lovers make amends.

Everything has a voice, a life, a spirit. We don't acknowledge all of the amazing things in the world, which is sad.
I'd like to get lost in India. Then wake up in front of Buckingham palace. And then climb Everest. See it all, as much as possible.

She said.

Photographs and Memories.

Lift off,
Parachuting my way.
4 A.M.
Hop onto the subway.

Corner reserved for your Dalmatian,
I can make a new friend.
Slip into my raincoat,
Sleep under your bed.

Occupy a universe,
Mix up the plans.
Who needs a map,
When the atlas is in my head?

Daylight.

Across the Universe.

Nomadic?

Who we are.

"Whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it's very important that you do it. Because nobody else will." - Remember Me.

The path that we take or just happen to fall on, and where it leads us to, is a mystery. It can always change directions, making a sharp turn to the west, or turning around and going back to what it was that you needed all along. Picking up memories as you wake up every single day, and always; always, finding something worth keeping. So whatever it is that you want in life, don't skip out on it. Search the world if you have to. Lose sleep over it. Look for something hard enough, and chances are, it's looking for you too.

One sail.

What I've come to realize,
is that once you've got something better than most, hold onto it and never let it go. Especially not because of something minuscule, something inflamed with hatred.

And another thing I've come to terms with, is that you're always going to be alone. You came into the universe all alone. And the truth is, you're going to leave the same way.

But the middle, that's what really matters. It's where you find yourself, love, and everything else that has any sort of impact and significance.

During the time you're given, is when you should never give up. Push for what you want, grab it and be happy.

It's when you laugh, scream, cry, shout for joy, run, dance, play; and then? Repeat, again and again.

It's when you have sleepless nights, when you have the best nights of your life. And it's also when you grow up, you are invincible, speechless within. Each day is new and blossoming with new hope, new possibilities.

Until next season. . .

I lost my pulse,
I could have flown.
If only I had known,
This is what magic is.

Pouring trajectory.

Persons, sisters, priests,
slip on the pavement,

skip to corners.

Embrace the drizzle,
for it won't be here long.

And this time the calm,
will come after.

Oh darling.

If you'd ask me for my heart,
there's no way I'd say no.

We could stay together,
till hell starts to freeze.

Take a chance,
so what do you say.

Oh darling, I love you so.

If you asked me for my heart,
there's no way I'd say no.

Tribal love.

Summer days,
Unlike anything else.
Sworn happiness,
Advocating new lifestyles.

Harmony,
No laws.
Infiltrating memories,
Day by day.

Rising whenever,
Doing what I please
Less rules
More ease.

Peace of mind.

Lead us home, light a way.

Once, there was a lonely broom. But the broom wasn't always lonely. And the broom had a name, Swift. Swift didn't love anything more than the simple act of being used to clean the floors of Trader Joe's. He had his favorite jobs and simple tasks, but his favorite was being used by the store owner, Philly.

Philly and Swift had been the best of friends since Trader Joe's had opened back in 2000, they were the perfect fit for eachother. Swift slurping up the sand, gum, dirty residue from the day; while Philly would guide him from the entrance, and then down every aisle. Unstoppable partners, really.

Swift and Philly were happy together, so confident in each of their abilities. And one day, it all came to an end. What seemed like a perfect world to Swift, had been altered greatly the day Philly said his final good-bye.

Swift just didn't understand. He couldn't come to peace with it, didn't comprehend the feeling of loneliness inside of his heart. What could be more important than me, Swift thought. Philly, his loyal and supportive coach of cleanliness, was now leaving for something bigger, so much bigger.

The catastrophic explosion that caused an oil spill from a BP offshore drilling rig in the Gulf of Mexico had reached the shoreline. Efforts to manage the spill with controlled burning, dispersal and plugging the leak have so far been unsuccessful. This oil spill has now obtained the dubious distinction of being the worst oil spill in US history, surpassing the damage done by the Exxon Valdez tanker that spilled 11 million gallons of oil into the ecologically sensitive Prince William Sound in 1989.

Fuck you BP.

Looking for trouble in all the right places.

Many and different spaces,
All over this expansive atmosphere,
Universal.
Nomads, do not dwell.
I search, inquire my curiosity.
Find?
Repeat.

Peaceful here,
not down the alley.

Ocean,
Feel complete.
Free;
on my whims,
outstretched into
Nothing.
And Everything.

Dance Dance!

Hot Hot Heat. Listen to them.

Karma.

"All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him." Buddha.

"We are the earth."

Christofer Drew Ingle.
He has the most beautiful soul; I love him very, very much.
And I love what he stands for.
Peace. Love. Unity. Harmony.

Anchors away.

Here we are, with a little insight into the soul. Inspiration, more or less.
Because lately, I just haven't had much emotion for anything.

Confusion swells deep within me, like an alcoholic in a late night establishment, telling embarassing stories from an hour before.

Feel this, as much as you possibly can. Shoot for the moon; without any second thoughts. Wake up with a smile. Go for a run. Make some coffee. Give someone a kiss. Download music. Paint your world happy.