i look for comfort
in a lot of the wrong places
i spend all my time
reading people’s faces
looking for meaning
in the lives that exist around me
giving my heart
to all those who surround me
History is just the study
of people over time
our culture a reflection
of the collective human mind
maybe i’m searching for something
that i cant define
but something is telling me
i’m not wasting my time
progress is impossible
if no one ever really tries
too busy being surprised
by how fast time flies
From the Margins of Notebooks 