Sometimes I just want to go do something else, and not be worried about all this stupid crap. I wish I was born with wings so that I could fly away from all my problems. I wish pets lived forever. I wish my hair looked perfect everyday and I had all the cool clothes and was popular, but I don't think that's reall what I want because all that glory is just an illusion. I wish we were born wild and we all ran free and cared about each other but not what our hair looked like or what kind of clothes we wore. I wish I wasn't born diseased. I wish I could just roll around in the dirt all day and play and climb trees and run around and splash in creeks and be happy. That's what makes us truly happy, because we were born wild. I hate being tame, and there is nothing I can do about it. I just want to get out and strectch my legs and run forever. Outdoors is where we truly belong. Nature is beautiful, so beautiful. I want to capture it all but I'm not sure how. What is our true potential? It's gone, gone, gone. Am I a poet because I can write? Or is it because I love to write, and it comes naturally like the sea foam? Does everyone have a talent, a real talent, but they forgot about it because they were too busy being teenagers? I don't want to forget. I want to stay, stay, stay. Stay in this magical beautiful real world forever and I don't want any more buildings and modernization because modern is not beautiful. It is simple and smooth and sleek and draining. I want to get lost in awe but there is none left in this town. If everyone listened to my music, would they understand? Would they understand how real everything is, but we've forgotten it? Will I grow out of this? I don't want to. I don't at all. I want to stay like this forever because this is my infinity state. The rest is just pollution and dust. I want to sail out to sea and fly above the clouds and burrow beneath the Earth. There is so much. So much. It's all over, over, over. Gone. Can we be saved? I believe it. There is something down there and we can uncover it in ourselves. Just stop. Stop being that which you are not. Stop being a costume and just shine. Just do everything that makes you happy. Not cool, not high, not the happiness which your illusionist self fed upon. Uncover your true being and be what you were made to be. Free. And I promise you will be truly, truly, truly happy.
That was my jumbled mess of a mind and the best thing I've ever written. If you read it all, thank you.
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