Slow down and do less


 more frequently..


Sometimes I feel Like an Encyclopedia  Scattered in pieces, jumbled up. 
from coherence and synergy, to a lack baffling reason. sometimes its hard to know how best to relate to infinite possibility.
I don't know my destiny but I can guide myself by the echoing sound my footsteps make along the way.

We are two very different people looking at the same things from different places reading these same words but forming Totally different meanings.

Poets  don't have hearts,            they only have words..    

            

                                                       Nothing is real.

you try way to hard said the Internet...