inaprops ya hurd?!

It’s whatever I want and expressing it truly, it’s vulnerability onto the page and out of the human holding back.  To be able to change a life solely because I am experiencing mine and sharing what anything means to me in that way that way that way that makes people think any way they feel they can and feel beautiful. Not making sense to everyone, but making sense to someone.  It’s like running wild, sweating profusely, squirming randomly and keeping secrets because no one is watching.  It’s like being alone but finding company inside the wooden corridors of thought, the rocky pathways of belief, the tiled tunnels of truth and love.  Or maybe not at all.  Maybe; maybe it’s the realization that intimacy requires company, that loving another is loving yourself, that spontaneity is actually fate, that reason is crazy but certain. And so am I.