I missed this feeling. Feeling so completely sober and positive, and hungry for change that you feel anything is possible. Feelings you have at 2:30 in the morning, after a quick sweep down Tumblr’s dashboard.
I think it’s easier when I put all of my thoughts into writing, into something tangible instead of it all swimming around in my head. I think it’s been a while since I composed a thought longer than 140 characters or even had a thought with a lifespan longer than a sneeze. I’ve always thought about keeping a diary. To keep track of my fleeting thoughts for when life finally does me in, and I become one of those empty shells people become when they get depressed. Maybe then these thoughts would bring back a part of me, and maybe, a part of you? Does heavy thoughts bring heavy footsteps? Are they the lines of the face all crunched up in a form of an ugly frown. Imagine them dissipating into thin air as one exhales into a deep sigh and then re-emerging sometime later, among other thoughts at the slightest trigger of a reminder. I keep describing thoughts as if they were something tangible, something that could be contained. This is just me, finding a way to make bad thoughts go away.