twohundredeleven.

Just another meaningless dot on the map. we get caught up in these chaotic page turners. We find rut and it becomes comfortable, trying to force the organic, and decipher the cryptic. Our minds, what a confusing thing, only wanting to know what a feeling really means. But life isn't something to be decoded. And if you're thinking that everyone else has a better hold on things than you, think again, and remember that other people are just as human as you are. They're just as afraid, just as uncertain. Our preconceived notions separate us from one another. But if you take all that away, every last person on this earth is in the exact same boat as you and I.

We're only human.