tangentry.

what a sideways way of life we live. we give to others only to take on more glory for ourselves—how foolish this is! our wealth will only lead us to poverty. and the probability of happiness is low. oh, what is the fate of our souls? only God knows. you don't need eyes to see how much we throw away with every breath, every step we take. we celebrate when we're high, and discriminate when we're sinking down. round and round we go. elevating our beliefs above what we believe in. nothing is more harmful than a hardened heart. but what if we leave in the past all the things that have been carved into us? if we are trees, let us grow. we all have shadows that seem like fetters, but there is a better side of life, for we are set free when we identify with the light. wrong or right, love is love. and no one judges a brother for reaching out. just watch out that we're not reaching down out of guilt or pride, for our good deeds shall wilt as we will stand wide-eyed, wondering how it came to be that we lost everything. oh, oh, oh where have i gone but on another tangent. i haven't any idea of the point i'm trying to make. but this isn't a beauty pageant, and i'm not here to be fake or liked. just trying to sort out the ins and outs of me—all the truths and the fibs i've come to see and well, i can't go on and on all night, so i'll leave it at this:
it is a sideways way of life we live.

rethinking inspiration.

and perhaps, inspiration does not flourish from detailed visions or vivid dreams that have been carefully planned out. Perhaps, inspiration comes from the sudden spark of excitement that ignites the soul when a reflection of something uncertain, yet magnificent, is seen as a possibility.