#imustrememberthis

Please don’t assume that weaving together words and fitting them into the fabric of my breast pocket is easy. I go through universes filled with innumerable dictionaries just to find the adequate words to describe to you the feelings that trickle from head to to my fingertips. There are days where I wish I could just project my insides neatly onto the table in front of me but slowly I have come to find that what they say is true, there is beauty in the madness. And madness it is.

We should believe in minds. We should believe in the intricacy of nerves and the strength of our skulls. There seems to be a natural inclination to be afraid of our minds, to distract or numb ourselves from the inner workings behind our eyes but I object to this. Instead we should be curious, maybe not brave but definitely adventurous enough to peek through our transparent skin, introducing ourselves to the outlines of our veins. There are brilliant memories hidden in there, vivid amounts of wisdom, endless rivers of blood and ideas that we can thrive on. That’s what we have. Right there inside us, this brilliant machine. Some kind of magnificent essence, right there. And I guess what I am simply proposing is an exploration and appreciation of our minds.