Thoughts.

The smell of sharpie stink and some time to think.

All I need is me some words and a song to think in tune with, to ride the sound waves into escapades of literary exploration where reading becomes loving, and loving becomes living.

All on a notepad where I can be someone nobody knows, and my only acquaintances are letters and music notes.

Surrounded by surreal sounds of my signature scratched out with a pencil even though I know no one will read it.

No one will read it and I'll remain the same person everyone knows.

The kid who doesn't show what he knows,

With a purpose in mind to make the world a better place and let himself fall in the process.

Selfless acts of character that are so rare it's seen as an abnormality, but that's okay because that word describes me perfectly.

Hence the reason I spend my life writing everything and letting everything fade away into the next day.

An abnormality is what am and I like it.