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Thoughts, Mind, Heart, and Words I'll share a piece of my mind, it's simply complicated. It's a straight shot of meaningless thoughts that curves into a serious dense proclamation. I am an inspiration, a vital force to live, and a desperate desire to be. I am a sense of feeling, daring to explain myself. I am the thought of speech, with no words to describe. I am the light and the dark side, at the same time. The exhaustion of the first breath, the distance in the first step, the beginning of the end, as it always will never be. Who am I really? Who am I not? I dare to ask if I will ever know, but then what will life be after that? I live. There is no simple way to put it. I write of confusion. It's not drop of water in the ocean. It's a black point in the night's dark sky. I search in myself a piece of what is missing. I search for what I don't know; I can't reason what it is. I just feel it. Like a sound in a forest, when you are in the desert, or like a scream in silence that deafens the ears of all the shadows of myself around me.
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