I want to write. I have an urge to write the way I used to as a teenager, spontaneous, emotional, dysfunctional, unrealistic, imaginative, crazy, innocent, loving. So much has changed within so little time that I have stumbled upon a strange thought. As if dipping your hands into an unknown substance, the fear of not knowing and its possible harms, the grossness of the texture as it leaves your fingers slimy. We fear, we cry, we die. Morbid is the thought. That I can see myself as a mere animal and this life is no different then any life on this planet. That we are all one. Strange. I am not one. But ten trillion. I harbour life to be one, but one can only be one at the same level. If a single cell is the basic structural and functional unit of all known living organisms and is the smallest unit of life that is classified as a living thing, then a single human life is a heaven. We are a temple. And our souls are now one. Strange... that as I write my heart pounds, my eyes water, and I feel at peace with myself... As if my body is now one... As if I am finally whole. Writing down my thoughts eases my soul, as my body works as one to create my words, my thoughts. The power in words is generations. It is living essence trapped within time. History. The Past as it forever will be, the last thing written down. And left, either to be read, or forgotten... But nonetheless, I still love to write.
Peace out y'all haha.
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