“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
– Jack Kerouac, “On The Road”
your moment you’ll find
your life is but made up of these
no point in changing what you feel
only feeling what you see
take the risk
swan dive into that cold river
arch your back and live a little
take the leap
push yourself off that ten foot drop
feel all that you forgot
You calm me down. Make me smile. I can breathe around you. Be myself
You’re like home. Closer to me than i’ll ever be. You know me better than i shall ever know myself.
You inspire and you seize the day. I hope you never change and i hope one day i can be like you.
You have my heart. It’s yours. Please never give it back but i hope that you can give me your heart in return because i’ll probably need it if you’ve got mine.