But I am sick of being careful of calculating each word, each action.
Too much thought goes into everything I do, and overthinking makes living feel a lot like dying. Like wasting away the precious gift of time, moments crumpled like poems I never want to see the light of day.
Move. Move. Feel. Be. Be alive. Makes mistakes. Share theshitty art. Be a friend. Be a lover. but do not be afraid. And most of all do not be wasteful. You only have so much time..