Welp... not much to say here. Besides the fact that this is boring. I write much better than this, much much better.
Curse my life of hardness, where my only escape is writing, and practicing speeches , which are like water to my life. Cold, tasteless when you speak them, yet... important. And ususally about one subject, why not many? Why not vary between colors, letters, and words? Why not speak them as a song, as a trial, or maybe, as a poem? Why not set our minds free, away from words, away from reality, thinking 'What If?' instead of 'Impossible!', exploring the galaxy that your endless mind is? And why not cherish these moments? Why is there reality, when there could be only make-belive, yet if that was the case, that would be reality. This shall be my second speech, shall it not? Lifee is of all things, the most complex structure. Many ponder, but never find the answer, for there is not only 1 answer. And so, what are these answers? We find them in every moment, happy and sad, fearful and brave, angry and scared. We ffind them in love, hate, life itself, death, water and fire, air and earth. We find them in every memory, every forgotten moment that has been uncovered. We find them in simple rythyms. We find them in the breeze of the ocean, and the clang of metal. You just have to look for the answers. Okay, because I'm hurting your eyes I'll do anoher one :3 Derp Ok, I'm done.
