No Thinking

      I haven't written in awhile, but last night I wrote in my journal without thinking. I have never written without thinking, and it felt good. This is what came of it:

    My head is exploding with emotions and I can barely feel it. It's not numb, oh no. But I can't tell. My soul will find a way to everywhere including the earth and dirt. It will travel up the walls into the trees and down into the ocean. Is that a little cliche'? Oh no. Maybe it's just me, I can't tell. My love is endless and glowing from a window high above the sea. Like a windmill, it keeps spinning on and on. My mind will be open till the world ends, and you are mine. My spirit will always be high and bright, underneath the sand. Quit thinking and start feeling. You are just a vessel in this world, your sould is the true part. Let loose. Let's live. My eyes will be following the sould of many and my heart will be following the beat of the waves on my feet, keeping a steady rythym. Is that losing my mind? Oh no. Everything is key in this world, even you. You make up ths entire planet. Is that big enough? Oh no. This is leaving me unspoken, for the forces have taken over. My hand is feeling this. Like a feather I drift slowly to the ground, optimistic. Falling fast is no way to fall. Waterfalls are still pretty though. It has created a vast soul, on with sails that catch the wind. Into the unknown we go, off to a land of hopes and dreams, only to find buried treasure, we sail back.