JUMP

It’s one of those nights again. The kind when you know you’re not going to get an once of sleep, but you end up getting 6 hours anyways. When you can stare at your thumb and wonder what your skeleton will look like when you die.
If my life were to be philsophisized, I wouldn’t recognize it.
It’s one of those times when you talked to someone about whatever, and you know that it’s going to be unenviable that your going to talk to them tomorrow, and that they’re going to act totally different than you think, in a good way… but anyhow, you don’t ponder the situation. And so, you’re left to think about what you should be thinking about, and why you should be thinking about that. And then why shouldn’t you be thinking about something else, because you’ve already thought about that enough.
I’m not even trying to go to sleep.
It’s one of those times when you want to express yourself through your ideas by writing them down, but you don’t know what of yourself to express, or, how to do it.. and so you think, well, maybe playing some music will work just as well… but, oh wait, it’s after midnight, and sometimes people DO sleep. WHO WANTS TO GO CAMPING??
I’m ready for one of those times when you think you know what reality is, and what the generic person would do… but then you find out that know one is generic, and the reality is that there is no reality, and a lot of people know exactly what you mean, and even though you just met them it’s like BAM, connection.
That’s when you know that you’re going to see them again, even if it was a once in a lifetime event. And sure enough, at your next trip down to society, there they are, on they’re way back.
Yeah, I love those moments. It makes you realize that there are so many different people in the world, and then it makes you just WANT TO MEET THEM ALL.
You kinda wonder why it is only possible for you to know so few people.
GA!! Not again, random rambling. I don’t like it. It says to much about me. To much of it changes five seconds after I write it. It tells people lies. GET IT AWAY FROM ME!
All wrapped up in a bottle, ready to be shoved into the sea. Only to wait for someone to find it, read the message and forget about it.
There is so much wrong with the world, then again, it wouldn’t be the world without it. It makes life interesting.
What are you doing here, go get some people and jump!!

There are three types of people in the world. Those who don’t want to die. Those who want to die. And those who want to make life interesting.
~Someone I once new, feel like I do know, and will meet in my future.