I hate this mood.

It swept over me quicker than I could of thought, now I can’t think straight. 

Nothing sounds good to my ears, so I’m reduced to silence.

I should sleep, my entire body craves it.

But the motivation to move left with everything else this god awful evening.

I wish I could sleep in any position.

I would wake back up and look straight ahead the exact same way I do now.

Nothing would change.

Maybe I’m just losing patience.

Yeah, I’ll just go with that.

Like holidays.

There’s only so many in a year.

The feeling you get in the middle of your chest and the enlightenment you feel in the presence of those individuals who love you, amazing. 

So, I try to soak in every second of these days, like how I’d absorb you.

It changes who you’re attached to, how you speak to those you love, the way you look at them, the thought of if you both will ever regain that youth love.

I love love. And it slowly consumes me but every once and awhile I’ll need to take a big sigh and let out that gust of anger, gripping to every inch of my nerves.

It’s like wine.

It’s all like wine.

It’ll all be okay, it’ll only get better.

Preserve your wealth, let it prosper. 

You’re young.

Enjoy the sips of life that drive you wild, then save it, keep it, love it, and let it age.

You cannot wait and only focus on the better of times, you must enjoy life in it’s entirety to maintain balance and stability. 

Travel the world and taste the wonders of the new flavors that were made for you. 

Breathe the air, smell the wind, notice the changes that come from within when you allow yourself to let go of your tight, firm grasp on life.

Drink all that you have, stumble, and wake up tomorrow with a hang over that never ceases to end. 

All because you understood that life was in the palm of your hands. 

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Close your eyes, reverse your outlook with the input, and go into your mind.

Block off your view of the world. 

There is no reality to fall back on, now you are within the grasp of yourself and everything there is to see is living through you. 

You speak words and hear that faint, poised voice that trails your believed pronunciation of them. You dream images that, somehow, attract events that simultaneously roll on through the night. 

Your basis of this reality is purely based on your willingness to accept that you’re in charge of it.

As you travel through the depths on your mind, do you see how difficult it is to grasp those phantom of faces and beings? It takes time to control them to your liking. 

Even behind the safe-hold of your eyes, not every dream is satisfying. 

Not every situation is kind. 

Nothing is safe, even in your mind.

That’s why you must find a spot to rest within your conscious. You have to be able to get away from the immense pressure of gravity and the haunting pain of things to come. 

If you don’t, you’ll go mad I tell you.

Completely insane!