It scares me to think what goes on outside myself. I know there's a deeper meaning to life. There's the depth in which we perceive our dreams and our destiny. There's the inmensity of our earth and the galaxies that go beyond our understanding. These things always fascinated me. The deep blue sky in the morning and the moon with the stars at night that seemed like a perfect painting to the innocent eye. Our innocense itself, the youth we once experienced and now long for. The speed, speed of light, speed of time, speed of life. Was there ever a time when you stood still and you felt the whole world move around you though without you? that happened to me recently. It was an unpleasant experience for my vulnerable body. I felt powerless and motionless, without any relief, I knew this was too big of an experience for me and no matter what I did, it will not matter because I am only a human being, I am too small to the things above and beyond. Too small of a mind perhaps. The world seemed to be against me, not with me. Everything seemed odd, confusing and annoying. Nothing I would do that would make it alright again, and since then I've felt this way. I am but alone in the inmensity.
