18 May 2012
I like to think that it is possible to stop thinking.
I like to pretend that what i read...you don't mean.
I hate to see you waste what you could be.
I fear that I am just like you.
I slip into silence, turmoil is a close friend. Internally I recoil at every slight. I feel too much because I think too much, and I fear every thought because I can't stop thinking.
But once, just once I would like to stop thinking.
Words will work in a different way in that moment.
Life as i know it will stop and suddenly comfort will overtake complexity; mediocrity will be my aspiration; I will become that which i fear.
I will become you.
Think King • Opuss № I