i have school in 3 hours but i cant seem to put my head onto my pillow and give my dreams a sweet kiss on the forehead. the constant flow of artistic and futuristic motifs is too much for me to lay to rest. i could probably tell you everything you need to know about life but then the mystery that we would all love to uncover would be unsheathed. people really interest me. the most unexpected people say and think the most unexpected things. the people we believe to think of nothing but love, flowers and rainbows actually live in a shroud of sadness and despair and the strange lonely kid in the corner loves life to such an extent its beautiful. i cant seem to shake these shivers away from my body, a natural response to the harsh weather of the environment, stimulating yet irritating. i cant stop bobbing my head to the local kids' electronic beats and melodies. there is such sweet beauty in the world, and its right there, waiting for us to realize it. i cant wait for my future, i know i wasnt given all this talent to just sit down and wonder off into my artistic mind, it must be exploited to its fullest extent. exploiting is horrible but i must do it to myself so the world could understand, there is no mystery to anything, only truths shrouded in lies and confusion. fake it till you make it people, fake it till you make it.