I hope I am never content with mediocrity.
I believe in the moment where life explodes in front of you and you catch an awe-inspiring glimpse of something tremendous.
I dream of happiness and some far off enigma.
I cry when I realize the complete loneliness of everybody around me as I witness the detachment that consumes us all. 
I wish I was a bird so that I could fly up to the clouds, looking down and laughing at how small out problems really are.
I dance dance as the world tries to laugh at me and embrace the rareness of individuality.
I cover up my insecurities with lunacy and my lunacy with sarcasm.