Fight or Flight

The tired mind will not allow itself to rest.

Many an exciting idea in the right hands creates an oppurtunity to do something beautiful. Amidst the manic thought and obsession which goes into the drive to better ones self with the aim of making something truly beatiful and inspiring, you freqeuntly let go of all the inhibitions you held yourself and jump of through your window with the hope of finding something resembling to your senses an effortless and exhilirating flight. Hoping to carry others with you often feel it is the only way you know to break those close to your heart out of whatever state of insecurity and self pity they are in. But as of yet, it appears they are more content to push their own insecurities on others to absolve themselves. Nothing gained nothing learnt.

My mind constantly occupies itself with the needs of the unwilling and my heart breaks repeatedly at the sadness of others - and this empathy only flows one way. How else could it be - people are just full of their own trials and lack of assurance. Who else would understand the weight I feel and the sense of connection to all or nothing.