I'm really nothing like I let on to be. I tend to keep everything to myself, and I like it that way. I don't like how people flaunt themselves... it leaves nothing to be discovered or explored. I wish the world were a bit quieter. Maybe then I could get some sleep... if my mind ever stopped wandering.
I don't have all the answers. In fact, most times I don't know where to begin.
I have a lot of things to say, but no thought of time in which to put them. I procrastinate as if tomorrow is always guaranteed, I live like the hours will never get the best of me. But they do. I wish things would simply stop when I wanted them to, for my life is beautiful when things are good and completely horrible when things are bad. I am full of highs and lows, with no one to fix that, nor to whisper, "It's okay for change." And even if the winds shook the trees of their leaves and the branches reminded me of how stark and lonely things can be, I would find solace, and not the advice I want to be given. I tend to feed into too many details and lose what it so obvious, and most days I don't regret this. I find messages in coffee grinds and through layers of dust on furniture. So many things are left uncherished. Everything means something, and I can't help but to analyze and hold these things to heart. Sometimes it feels like that's all I really have.
