over thinking and over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Is this desire? Is everything I'm feeling just a big whirlpool of thoughts combined into tiny memories and dreams. I wish for to many things...I wish to be happy and share my life with someone lovely and grand...that words would never be able to capture. I dream of finding something supplementary in this world, that will keep me here a little bit longer. Some say I'm to young to dream. And its sad to know that there are such ignorant people out there. Walking around aimlessly, going on with there average well to do life's. I say fuck the ignorant. Its time to educate. But what really is a kick in the ass is when you think you may have found love. And then you turn your head for a silent second and it slaps you in the face. Leaving you with a broken heart and a bruised face. A good friend once told me that its ok to be a silent dreamer. That everything will work itself out. I’ve been patient...I’ve waited my turn. I’ve seen it all, heard it all and have done it all. I’ve broken my internal and have rebuilt the system to many times. When is it my turn to fight, to be loud and not be suppressed in return. Nights are long and days are short. And I’ve never really realized this till now. Everyone is selfish, self absorb, machines, corrupt whores, suits....everyone will sell anyone out, as long as it means a piece of there skin. There really isn't anything human about humans, we seem to have a very animalistic sense. Everyone is rooted in there own garden with a gated fence around each soiled plant.