I study PJ and GD at WKU.
creep on my page.
i’m writing, but this time it’s not to vent..
it’s to pour out this inspiration i’ve suddenly acquired. into a glass full of hope.
it’s not that the rhythm of my thoughts can’t evacuate my crowded head into her always open ears, it’s just that I want to let my fingers dance on these keys like they dance around her belly-button ring.
i hope you feel my inspiration because this electrical feel needs to be spread. I want my surroundings to have the spark. the spark of life. life is what we are trying to learn. it’s an ongoing lesson that a pastor or science teacher can’t give. they try and teach the truth but that word is fake. the truth is unknown.
there’s belief.
and if i believed in the scenario that has been thrown in my face like i believe in the love that I make and give and spread and the love that i get from her, then i’d know the truth.
(Source: callmealexevans)
