I have the sudden inclination
To do something recklessly inspiring,
To dangerously overwhelm the skies with the possibilities i behold.
I have the impulse for utter insanity,
To bleed all of the colours of the spectrum onto my hysterical adjectives,
To light up the constellations with my ecliptic presence.
I have the overwhelming urge
To sprint through oceans or to fly suicidally close to the sun only to witness warmth so passionately that it sets my cells alight.
I have the ravenous desire
To shout all of the words i posses in flowing streams so that they circulate the stars,
To rip petals up through my fingernails only to plant them and grant them immortal beauty.
I have the capacity for changing the world (or mine or yours) in its entirety,
i have the sudden inclination to withstand unpredictability and hold it behind my eyes.
-by holly boyd
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