Proceed...

My rough draft for life: distortion, manipulation, sheer mutilation. Carry this with me and take it to the baker down the street. Burn it. Feed it to no one but those with enough humility and understanding to taste its passion in between the crust. I want you to have this. Take it from me and enjoy it as it should. Give it to your kid neighbor Samuel and have him take it to the elementary school. He'll play a silly game of vulnerability with the other kids, smash it into the ground and let the bugs of the playground enjoy something they don't know is new but know as something to thrive off. Let's be like the bugs but let's not be like the bugs. I want you to thrive off of this but I want you to know why. I want to stuff it into every hole and crevice of your body and have that sense of fullness explode and illuminate out every single pore of your body. This to me is great and beautiful and only makes sense to further pursue this sense of beauty. Why doesn't it happen more often. I want to change things and have these things known to be something better because of what I did. But where do I begin? Do I even? Did I already? I break down... What now? How? Who? It must not matter. I want to see a grand procession of love with streamers and balloons and confetti...that whole nine. I want it to center around a concept of originality and antiqueness but with a certain flair only capable of brilliant minds of my age. If any... To be amazed is a wonderful thing. I want to do it more often.