It makes me question social conscious, the world we live and love in. somedays the line between what is and what should be is so fine.
What do I want from the world? What will it give me.
Some days I live in the fish bowl.
A friend posted this quote the other day. Its Jack Kerouac.
“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!”
here are my mad people.