Well I’d like to think that I’m not the only one. Maybe reading this would make you feel less alone and I like thinking that I helped.. In a way.

You have so many things to say but you can not speak. How no amount of words spoken or scribbled, no amount of random doodles or no amount of sighs or screams can entirely express these “things to say”. You can’t even comprehend how mere fragments of thought can mean so much, you don’t even know why you think they matter. Maybe because thoughts literally aren’t matter, because matter is something physical, and we cannot see our thoughts. But then you notice how a single thought can stem branches of other thoughts like that of a tree and the veins under your skin. And then there are seas and rivers, and there are lightning bolts that never really strike as a single straight line. It’s like everything runs by the same kind of energy, all bound by this beautiful natural force that no one really notices. You think about all these things and try to figure out all these meanings but nothing really surfaces, because you know it doesn’t really matter.

**-AA