Hmm, today was an irrational display of human emotion sinisterly scorned into subservient monotonous existence.
Sometimes I come up with very literate and vocabularious phrases to describe things, but I feel I would need to ramble on for an hour so I could come upon the topic, instead of just bounding on it.
I wish for immediate closure of every wound I have ever felt, because every wound I receive can never seem to convalesce, they must fester.
Every single human mind is more complex, more obscure, more irrational, and more beautiful than you care to notice. Never judge a person by his cover. By his protective defense he erects to protect himself. Every one of us is shallow and arrogant. Every one of us is insecure and annoying. We are all varying degrees of humanity. Of Perfect Humanity. No one is perfect. Not even Jesus. But he's the closest thing you can achieve or aspire to be. When God told his Son in Heaven about how Satan would prevail and corrupt humankind, his Son immediately forfeited his life to save Humankind. [Paradise Lost, John Milton]
Everyone can write poetry... everyone can love.
Everyone can feel every-single emotion ever wrought out of time and pain and trail and error and hardship and joy.
Love life.
End.