she is restless.

maybe when i feel nostalgic, or even ethereal. i want to let my thoughts spill out like an over flowing glass, and let my words render as if they were kisses from the sun. for if ever there were a time to be swift, let it be at the beginning. let my secrets and hidden figures be a glimpse of the turmoil and stormy ocean within my mind. you may choose to come, or choose to pass, either way i will forever be unsatisfied. and i will not pretend to be content with the cards i have been dealt. i will not obey the beaten path, and i resent those who believe life is formed for the mere satisfaction of others.