a little piece of inspiration♥

i suppose im writing this because i have it in my blood, to write, to create things with words, to make hearts flutter and heads spin and nerves tingle with a selection of words strung together in a certain way which will, in hope of the writer, bring a choir of feelings into the readers thought cloud. i like to picture things as i read, to imagine the words running around in a loop through my head until they blur together and form a picture. lately my heads been to crowded with miscelaneous thoughts and echoes for me to let words ease their way into the buzzing brain canals. they say everything has purpose and/or a reason to... be, to exist and to live out its life or existence and fulfill a destiny of which they do not even know the path to. at the moment that theory is as meaningless as i feel floating around in this pond of other clueless specimen each of which having their own name and story and very being and to be quite honest it scares me that each and everyday i pass a murderer or a parent or an Bi-sexual or a pacifist or a stoner and not knowing who is who is one of lifes greatest and most beautiful mysterys. they all say ofcourse, 'never judge a book by its cover' but frankly we humans are incapable of looking at something and not having a thought cross our minds that will alter our next action. in basic terms, we are fast to judge and waiting to tear open that so called 'cover' to discover the treasures within is pointless unless the front of the 'book' is glossy and shiny with an eyecatching feature or two. there are ofcourse those people in life who will welcome in anyone and hear their story with ears at full attention and tongue waiting to leap at the chance of giving advice or passing sly judgement on the tales of the individual. for once someone has opened their cover for you, their is no acknowledgement page or index card there is just millions of little 'words' that make up the story of the person standing before you and this is the time when they are most vunerable, is when they let you read about their traits and habbits and how they like their soup or their secret celebrity obsession. this is an intense phase and you could so easily slam down the cover and place it back in the library of souls then move on to the next eye catching masterpiece but what we people need to do is sit back and really read, study, scan, examine the very smallest contents of a book that makes our heart sing because this is when love or hate will weave their way into the mix and frankly i dont know which is worse. i once loved a boy with blue eyes and golden hair and i never ever thought i would love anyone else but our relationship was short and out stayed its welcome in both of our developing lives so now he sleeps with the bakery girl and i lay alone in these baron white sheets but i almost feel like i would rather this than his chest under my cheek because the truth is ladies and gentleman, nothing lasts forever because the word is used to such an extent that it no longer bares any meaning. the frightening thing is, when you are in a relationship with someone you will either be with them forever or break up and that is hard to realise when you are 15 sitting in the back seat of a car when the boy you love finally says it back with the word forever loosely attatched to the end of his sentence like how your dress is loosely attatched to your hips because its summer and its a summer romance and you think your future together is bright just like the days spent laying in the grass but even if he leaves or dies or whichever comes first the sun will still rise up and the moon will move the tides and the world wont wait for anyone. you and i, we deserve more than to wallow away our sadness in music or alcohol or the ocean while waiting for that name to hit our phone screens, we deserve the love that we earn by getting up and being as brave as we can because this life may be a war but it is beautiful and the longest thing you'll ever experience so why waste it laying on a field with vodka and cigarettes in your arms rather than in the bed of someone you love. we can literally make anything of our selves and one day just decide to fly to italy and get drunk in the tower of pizza or become a vet then a lawyer then a dentist all because you can, you can, because its your life so go, go and live it. live it and love it.