I want it all

I want passion

I want to know why I’m here

Please don't make me feel like I'm just dying slowly

I wanna scream
I wanna dance
I wanna smile like a retard 

I want to fuck the system and skip with fervor into the unknown

Listening to U.N.K.L.E makes you wise

Everything looks perfect from far away

I want you so much but I hate your guts

Cause she ran out into the woods.

We might die from medication but we sure killed all the pain

Wait, don't drown it in the waterhole

Quarter life crisis

These are the years where we can either make it or break it. Its just a stressful environment where people want to control you and tell you that you're not a kid anymore. I want to be a kid forever, they have a lot more fun. Maybe it's because they don't have to deal with responsibilities they just have to eat all their food and stay in line other wise its the naughty corner for them.

Well I suppose as a twenty something we have to do the same:

• Make sure you eat properly or you may just get an infection in your intestine (true story)
• Stay in line or the man will put you in jail or fire you (not so nice)

Everything kinda follows the same recipe, it's the ingredients that change all the time that put us off this whole thing called life.I don't know about you but I know that one can never outsmart the creator of the universe so lets just ride it out and let the chips fall where they may.

The change is occuring

LOST, IM JUST LOST in this feeling. Why let’s get up and join the clouds in their mission to suck up all the water vapour. Maybe It’ll suck me up along with the rest, just please never release me in the form of rain, the wetness will just dampen your heart.

CHILD-HOOD, the smell of sweeties an carnival popcorn, those strange rattle-like balloons filled with tiny seed-things. That round orange could consume me whole. You were there too, in the background waiting to plunge your mystery onto me. There’s no use pondering your every motive, that would just increase the rain and what’s the point of a wetter land when the sun is just dying to come down and give everybody browner bodies and red burny skin. I gave you this, this promise of nothing. It’s nothing material, It cannot be touched nor seen, but it can be felt. It was rejected. The first never dies.

THE CHANGE is occurring, the change you worked so hard to obtain. Don’t be sad because you didn’t see the most important consequence. It’s crashing against the thorns, bleeding slowly and gently it will lie in a sombre atmosphere filled with the twisted and sordid fate of everything that was said, done and lied about. The environment, the situation, the people, the responsibilities and the work load will change but you will be the drum stick that beats to the rhythm of my convoluting chest muscle. It’s a shame that you are blind to everything all around you.

NOW LET'S STOP this and take the milk and enjoy our forgotten mystery.