The irony about us artsy fucks, we grow up in ways that are respectable, while still maintaining our youth; Peter pan syndrome. I’m 20 now. I’m humble and open minded, but my kicks come from make believe, and childlike enthusiasm. While people around me act like the world is ending because they don’t understand why they can’t get their way all the time..they make themselves believe life has limits when it really doesn’t.
Romance- 3. a spirit of or inclination for adventure, excitement, or mystery
Anyone can convert a physical feeling into a mental one and think its love.
Anyone can touch, caress, kiss, and feel like it’s more than it is.
Touch is a trick, romance is in spirits. Honest appreciation and care, doesn’t come without passion. Love is not listless. In mine I’ll walk with the souls I’ve touched in this life and the next. Know you’re loved, don’t think.
The hardest thing for me to do is project myself to others how I know myself in my mind. I’m becoming more conscious of the way I act towards people, tone of voice, lack of enthusiasm, gestures and wrong vibes. I’m always so distracted, second guessing myself and assuming people are comfortable around me and that they know automatically what I think, but I get constantly misread, feeling belittled or underestimated because I’m not very opinionated and outspoken. my mind is open and all the doors in there I’m always racing through. I’m more than what you would probably ever think and I’m always deciding on how I want to express that. But when your head is so loud it’s hard to find the right words most of the time. Most everything in front of me feels extraterrestrial.