I'm really not into materialistic possessions. I live for experience... culture... stimulation... art... nature (minus spiders)... the ability to say, "I've been there. I've devoured that. I've witnessed it's beauty. I've felt it's spirit. My heart has skipped those beats. I've captured it's essence."

12.29.13

I just want to be understood,
My mind travels in dusk,
Thoughts filled of uncertainties,
Tongue sits confused without purpose,
Hearing whispers,
"Keep your thoughts, no one cares."
Tears fill my eyes,
And I don't fucking know why,
Melancholy.