Off of a napkin 02/22/1999

2-22-99

Sometimes I feel like there are pieces of me scattered all over the world, and I can never be whole until I find them.
But I feel more like myself every time I see the sun rise, or every time the wind blows past me.
I feel more complete when a stranger comforts me than a loved one.
And I'm sick of asking questions.
I just want to do everything.
Jump without looking.
I don't care if I fall.
I don't care if I break.
If I hurt.
If I can never laugh.
Because I did one thing...
I jumped.
Tempting fate if you believe in that.
At these moments when I go with my feelings I am everywhere.
I am whole, I laugh, and fall, and cry and hurt because I feel everything within seconds.
Lifetimes pulsating threw me.
There are those in this world which feel and nothing else matters.
They are true to themselves.
Which reflects on everyone.
They are in love, true love, eternal and always.