I'm haunted by this notion that one day, in the future, I will no longer care about the things I do now. I'm passionate and obsessive, I think about thoughts and muse about musings whenever I can. Sometimes I over-think. Sometimes I get really obsessive. But I care about things. I care about social justice. I care about the environment, I want to make changes and I believe in my ideals but something keeps bugging me. I he...
Sometimes the ire we feel is brought forth, not by another's hand, though we do blame them for the piercing pain felt with in our heart. Warm blood leaks from within, creating a coldness, a disgust for ourselves and sometimes for living. Having been told, we are the curators of our own happiness or sadness. Not one other soul, has the ability to create our thoughts. Not one other being, can contribute unless we allow them...
