Sometimes there is this intense need to shout out, to tell everything as they were, without language doing the bad job of interpreting thoughts, when thoughts are but ghosts of dreams.
jump off a cliff, and if there were just those five or ten seconds for all your thoughts, wouldn’t they come out clear. When you are falling free, how would the world matter? How would the future matter? How would illogical conviction, ethics or beliefs matter?
If fear were to be removed, it would be pure thought falling down, just the mind. Nude and in all its glory, pure emotions of love and hate.
The future, just the thought of it is binding, for if not for it I could be doing so many other things right now. I could paint my masterpiece, I could write down thoughts that now drift away.. I could learn to do all the things I wanted to, I could learn new languages, read all the books I wanted to, drown in some diluted spirit, sit in a quiet shack somewhere and watch the rain. I could do all this before I hit ground and landed back on reality square.