Theworld.

Somewhere there is basic purity hidden within the depths and confines of your DNA molecules. How is that for poetry? Its a give and take process, really. Give a little here, take a little there. And yeah, maybe I give a little more than I take. I throw off the balance. It bites me. My problem lies somewhere within the fact that my hopes dreams and disappointments all are kept within the same place. Maybe that way I know how to keep them in balance instead. My imagination exceeds so greatly, that I choose to sleep almost half the day just so I can see what kind of beautiful and fucked up dreams it will produce. And that's just when I'm asleep. When I'm awake, I'm never thinking of the reality that is around me, more along the lines of constantly playing some enhanced form of entertainment. If you knew my brain, you would say I'm creepy. But thats the beauty of it. I can think of the strangest situations while you're talking to me about your day and you would never know. I've figured out that I am a mix between a hopeless romantic and an existentialist and the two are constantly battling each other no matter where I go or what I do. Its as simple as the smell of a shirt or the anger response from something that my logic can't compete with. And while I'm struggling internally, I realize that this is just a process people go through. Keep quiet, I tell myself. And when everything around you is swelling up to the crevices of your body you remember one thing. You. Keep it in check. Remember your guidelines and your rules and fuck everything else. This is the way I move. This is my motivation for something more; something better. And that something better is not within the blood cells of another human albeit right or wrong. And while everyone else is busy arguing over religion and politics, I will be arguing with myself over something that matters. Humanity. where is it? Benefit of the doubt. Its right here. I will save the world one day. If not the whole thing, at least my own. Which brings me to my new motto that my imagination came up with somewhere between half awake and half dreaming. Never stop loving world. Even when the world stops loving you. And it that doesn't push your buttons of curiosity, then your place in the human race has exited my thoughts and dreams.