I love people, all so simple and naive to the arbitrary rules they live by. You know, I hate how people don't see the beauty in everything that they could. When I walk down the street, my mind wanders to the way the world is a painting from the eyes. The greens of the trees and the blues of the skies, the way the heat beats down on my face as the breeze from cars whips my shirt. I find the way that a nuclear bomb could incinerate me so beautiful, life could right as I type these words you know? Everything I am, the trees and houses, the bugs and squirrels, all flashed away into something that most people would forget in a century. I have thoughts that no one will ever know about, I weave secrets and lies when I need too and I won't say them here because my demons can't even have the chance of running free. You could ask me of course about those and I may tell you, I hide nothing unless it will make things harder. Everything's about efficiency, everything can and does have an easy and simple answer.
