No cold, no death, there is only the a there of.
I cannot convince myself whether I am in favor of feeling the way I do. I surround myself with noise that acts almost in such a way as silence. It is merely background noise that I cannot seem to be without. I would like nothing more than to lay on my back on stare into the ever reaching sky but it seems life does not allow the time for these things to happen often. All my heart ask for is to be able sing, not by voice or sound but rather by actions alone. To do away with everything that demands time away from doing what it is you love. Life is simply too short to adhere to the common day lifestyle. Living life in a dreamlike state is both beautiful and a curse. One in such a state of mind cannot take in the simple things that he should be considered lucky to have. He will always want more and he will always strive to surpass any previous feelings in similar situations and there is a point where the expectations exceed a reasonable outcome. He will then only know disappointing feelings, striving again and again to surpass his previous feelings. One should take a strong look at the life they lead and realize the beauty that is there. There is no cold nor death only a lack of heat and life. Warm your life and you will warm your heart and then, and only then can you truly live in comfort.
-I know, I’m lame.
