feel like listening to a good song. something amazing. riviting maybe.... something that will make me think. feel. sometimes i think i think too much. think whats the point of thinking.
imagine myself outside myself sitting happy observing doing. will that be me?at some point in time maybe. when i have crawled out of this space. catterpiller morphing into butterfly. and will i be orange pink and red or a deep blue splattered with grey from that day forth? will i outgrow these thoughts soon these compartments that i have created for myself and those around me. will i realize. will i let myself just be.