A Beautiful Mess.

I had a bad case of insomnia last night, and this was all due to my thought process. My thoughts never seem to quiet some nights. If my thoughts were voiced, it would most likely come out alien-like or even just a lot of mumbo jumbo (Is that a word?) either way, they still go unheard. Even when they are heard, they're repeated and overly used. I'm just tired.

You are strong but you're needy. Humble but you're greedy. And based on your body language, and shotty cursive I've been reading, your style is quite selective; though your mind is rather reckless, well I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is. And what a beautiful mess this is; it's like we're picking up trash in dresses. Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write, kind of turn themselves into knives. And don't mind my nerve, you could call it fiction, but I like being submerged in your contradictions dear. 'Cause here we are, here we are. Although you were biased, I love your advice. Your comebacks they're quick, and probably have to do with your insecurities. There's no shame in being crazy. Depending on how you take these words I'm paraphrasing.

- Jason Mraz.

It has become clear that some things are easier said than done.

While some things are easier when never said.