walkswithtrees

...when there is so much chaotic energy swirling around in my mind, i lose track of my tangental thoughts.  i have so many ideas, and emotion flooding my body and i am ever so grateful.  grateful for everything, and i do mean everything.  because everything happens for a reason.  there are no coincidences in life.  positive and negative, light and dark, order and chaos, a delicate balance when walking the tightrope between worlds, between reality and...somewhere else.  like alice is wonderland. i am not mad, or am i?  i am lost, not either happy or sad, but both at the same time.  yet, there is so much love inside me i feel as though i will

i wonder really how many of those out there who think similar to me, are actually going to read these journal entries.  though, through some strange realization that i do not want my thoughts read, but felt.  and no one can feel those particular set of feeling except me.  and when some one like me is excessively sensitive, emotionally and environmentally, it is rather difficult to convey to any one else what it is i am actually feeling, because words are a poor attempt to grasp a psychological behavior that has been conditioned to be repressed opposed to expressed. i am isolated in my thoughts.  pensive.  i scratch my head and stroke my meta

i wonder really how many of those out there who think similar to me, are actually going to read these journal entries.  though, through some strange realization that i do not want my thoughts read, but felt.  and no one can feel those particular set of feeling except me.  and when some one like me is excessively sensitive, emotionally and environmentally, it is rather difficult to convey to any one else what it is i am actually feeling, because words are a poor attempt to grasp a psychological behavior that has been conditioned to be repressed opposed to expressed. i am isolated in my thoughts.  pensive.  i scratch my head and stroke my meta