It's cold, unnaturally so for this time of year. A brisk, mile long walk after my midnight shift affords me the opportunity to get lost in my head while trying to block out the frigid air. It works, but all I could think about was being hungry, and not only for a hot plate with some eggs, but I'm hungry to feel more...to feel more of everything. I use my big words such as insatiable to say that what I crave basically ain't attainable, unsustainable, it makes me feel kinda disdainful. It's ok though, to feel more is only a small aspect of the whole. I now know that I can, when for a long time there I thought I was destined for a life void of all emotion. There are oceans that don't run as deep as me, and that's a bold claim which means everything and nothing all at once. I'm a talking oxymoron, and I'm more on an onslaught than a kick cuz that's what I do with bad habits. I'm a million fragments that somehow come together in a philosophical manner. And I definitely take myself way too serious sometimes, it's just fuckin life, we live and hopefully laugh a little then we die. This is my complex simplicity. Don't beg to differ with me cuz that shit don't do any good, haha. Yea.