Really wishing I was free, not just free in a body or legal sense, but able to think and do with peace of mind. never to worry about what’s next or why. just wish worry didn’t burden me like busy cars on a highway straight to the end. I want life, and I want to experience, and see, and wonder, and love and, let go. I want to cry for no other reason other than the fact that I’ve seen to much beauty not to let some out. I want people to aspire, and for me to be the best at it. I want to give and make others feel happy and hopeful, and I want to help ease the minds that are never quieted like mine. I don’t like a world where even sleep chains and jails you to your insecurities. I need peace, we all do how will the world survive off of worry? it can’t it can only shrivel and cry for help just as our souls do everyday while our faced pair over it with a fake smile and an “I’m fine” this is not okay people. To bad doing something means giving up everything.
← Older entries Page 1 of 192