Wandering aimlessly, my brain overflows but my lips don't speak
My mouth is locked shut, it is quiet, unable to utter any form of spoken word or phrase
My mind is blaring and thunderous as thought after thought bounces one after the other, touching and guiding each other gracefully, repeating the cycle over and over and over

My eyes constantly take in everything that surrounds me
The tall and looming trees who have not been given the chance to grow back their array of leaves
The way the sunlight reaches through the feathery clouds and shines between the spindly branches of the trees and draws strange shapes on the pavement below me
The cars that zoom by holding the unknown bodies and fixed secrets that lie within them

I observe all of the happenings around me, acknowledging the beauty of each and every single thing and person I see as the noises of the outside world are unnoticed and inaudible in comparison to my roaring thoughts and my glassy eyes that capture photographs of things no one chooses to pay attention to
As my perspective has always been unconventional
For I have always seen the world differently

I keep wandering

My bare feet push into the soft earth below me
The soil feels warm as it basks in the quiet rays of the sunlight and cool as it lays in the shade of the towering trees and scattered structures
With each step, I sink deeper and deeper, my feet molding to the earth so flawlessly, with so much ease, that I become one with it
And although I am so small and tiny in comparison, we are still one
Of the same essence, of the same elements
For less is always more
And I could wander and walk and observe like this for days and days and days

But I come upon the perfect spot to lay and do the same
As my hand scribbles frantically across countless sheets of paper
Filling each full, ruining the virginity of their white semblance

Some things ruined become some things beautiful