Your whole being is beautiful..

I feel fucking beautiful. Not in the sense of.. look at me, I'm gorgeous, but more like, my existence is beautiful. I was sitting in Barne's & Nobles, reading this book about poets and poetry, drinking hot chocolate (but looking cool like a coffee drinker), listening to music in my head, and i realized that i, am indeed, fucking beautiful. Or my mind is. I'm glad my mind isn't like the rest of the world.. it just seems like a miserable existence. I don't know where life is going to take me.. but I know that the abstract nature of my mind will not go to waste, and that i WILL be heard, and that comforts me. Lmao, by the way, you ever like.. identify with a stereotype and like it? i'm sitting at b&n drinking my starbucks, reading, and with an outfit that makes no fucking sense on, and ipod in hand, coming up with my classic scatterbrained philosophies, thinking "damn, i'm intellectual as fuck" haha. then i laughed at myself, and realized how much i hate school. i like educating myself by listening to people. well, listening to people who speak without the intention of teaching, they just do. whoa, my eyes are playing tricks on me. everything keeps blurring in and out, and it looks like the keys were sliding off of the laptop for a second. I'm gonna sleep. Until Tomorrow, this is for you. Yes, YOU! :) You don't know me too well, sir, but if you keep reading, you will.

Corner Of Your Heart / Ingrid Michaelson