creeker.

Who can tell me more? I keep running into a thousand thoughts without end and ends without thought. I hurt you when you're close and when you're far, tell me why there is distance? Beautiful things are before us - i forgot to live for today. The airy insides of my mind are scorned and appreciated and I'm sure we will all climb out of it okay. Answers continue to be lost somewhere but ill leave someone else to do the searching. Some want knowledge and others are fine to see and believe. Watch them, as they go towards better things. We'll stay still and be here for now. I think that's okay, as long as we make time for the chirping of the birds everyday. If you leave too, I will stay. These birds need me around for a little while longer. So go if you must, the birds and I will stay. Do you remember the trickle of the stream I used to play in? It was my stream and it gave me whirlwind thoughts. It gave me whirlwind things. Memories in the cabin by the stream. And by the lake and the trees and the birds. The birds again, with voices harsher this time but with words just as meaningful. Who can tell me more? Maybe we are fine and maybe we are not. Maybe it's bad that I am brave enough to care. Maybe it is good. Either way, the thoughts are my own and so is the end.