i don’t think that i ever fully matured. at least, not in the standard fashion. whenever i wander through the wilderness, i still hope to stumble upon a rabbit hole, and slip into another dimension: a world full of colorful characters, mystery and wonder. a world where time has no definite place. a spectrum full of fascination and pure enjoyment, boundless love and music. there would be no space for evil, hatred, cruelty, sadness or bitterness. i suppose i live in my mind an awful lot. but it beats the shit out of waking up every morning, frantically fretting about how i’ll make it throughout the day.