pffft

I want to sell all my personal belongings so they mak eother people happier than they're making me. I look at these things I have and I use words like "want" and "need". Its all bullshit. I think of the people everwhere, who have absolutly nothing. And I feel like a monster. I dont use half the things I own. Im giving them away.

I want to live on the streets. see what its like. would it ever happen ? no. but imagine being put into the position of having to find a new place to sleep every night. a nice warm bed with pillows and blankets is not an option. Imagine having little or no money. no food. water. cleanliness is gone. Along with your dreams and ambitions. because you've got more to worry about now. Its crazy. trying to imagine. you cant. you cant fathome. To lose everything. It would never happen to you. so why should you care ? Ignorance is bliss.

I wish I was a bird. I want to be a bird and have no worries, problems, or conflicts. No drama. Im a bird. I dont need ambition or hope either. Completely free of all the constraints of the world. Burdened by nothing but the idea of being a weightless thought in the clouds. Flying above hate, neglect, and ignorance. Free.

Its funny to think how unstable a thing like hope can be. Its there. or its not. you keep it alive. or watch it die. Constant ups and downs. changes. good and bad. Its like taking a chance. But its a huge chance. because in the end Hope is just a word. until you make it something more. But only a word til then.

Im tired.

no more talking.

Change will come.

Its a matter of being patient.

I dont know my future.

I love not knowing.

-Jimmy