I dont know what to write in here anymore.
Your thoughts might explode when you release them into the wind.
Who is in love in the world? Those people are lucky.
Wandering around the vacant realms of the earth, trying to find a place to rest.
Afraid of falling off the earth- away from words and people and opportunities and knowledge. But hanging in here by laughing at myself and other things that happen around this crazy place.
Ive tried a lot of things in life but have never comitted to anything or been dedicated. Im a person who likes to wander. Ive been misguided throughout college, i see now. I didnt go too far off track just sometimes. I am so weak. I need the help of a higher power than myself. I sometimes imagine it, or feel it, or sense it. Like lyman said, if we can get in touch with the force that creates and organizes and guides good things into being- this is a thing people ought to do.