Since I was little I thought if I climbed to the top of a tower, then I'd be able to see anything, no matter how far away it was. That if I just stepped off I would be able to walk on the clouds, and keep walking.

The Reason i  want to spit these creaky old memories out
is because i don't have any other proof of my existence.
The future that i thought i had grabbed a hold of
is a contradiction of dignity and freedom.
The reason i want to wipe away this distorted afterimage
is because i see my own limitations within it
In window of my overly self-conscious self
is last year's calender, without any date written in it.

I'll erase it, and rewrite it
with this nonsensical surrealism
and unforgettable sense of presence
And return from the brink, and rewrite it
Even meaningless figments of imagination
can be the driving force that gives you form 
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I really don't know where i am going with this blog
I want to say everything that i'm feeling but some how.. i feel inspired..
Soo whether this blog gets popular or not i will continue to update it, in hopes that some one will read it and get inspired from what they see.
So in short words. i want to inspire people.

~Since I was little I thought if I climbed to the top of a tower, then I'd be able to see anything, no matter how far away it was. That if I just stepped off I would be able to walk on the clouds, and keep walking.