I want to write.
I want to share my thoughts.
The endless thoughts that cross my mind every day and every night.
Thoughts that were born from meaningless everyday things that nobody should think more than a second about. Thoughts that made their way in my head as if breaking down some door in my mind when I saw horrid events unfold before me, making me realize how lucky I am right now, but the feeling is covered in quills and hard to embrace.
Thoughts that planted themselves into my cells and let their roots droop all over me the moment I met you. Thoughts that would come out of nowhere like racing cars, suddenly crashing in on me and as their components bursted in slow motion, as explosions set off, I wondered what it's like not being alive at all, I wonder what significance I can serve if it would ever even be remotely worth it on our small pathetic yet enormeous magnificent world.
I want to write.
I want to share my thoughts.
But these are the kinds of things the human mind can't write down.
It's frustrating.
I don't want to write.
I do.
