I FEEL

so many things right now. I feel like I could write you a whole entire story book;
completed with the latest pop up art to grab your attention and even quite possibly, grab your face, and take you into the magical land of storybooks. With the live, talking, human-like, grasshoppers that touch your face like your teddy bear used to. He used to talk to me, my teddy bear. He used to tell me how pretty I was, and how ugly I am, now. It's the truth. Nothing but the truth is okay.

I FEEL like, I could maybe fill up a million notebooks with my thoughts and turn them into live drawings. The drawings you would see on the old t.v. show called "Chalk Zone." It would be so cool, if you could just escape the most awkward of situations by drawing a dark, black hole that let's you escape to a world filled with candy and vibrant colors. Not monotonous people and architecture. Or maybe, you could even escape to a world that's not of color, but of blank, white scenery. With just you, plopping in like re-birth or something.. plopping in like an uninvited person to a party, or slumber party.

I FEEL like, you should be listening, but you're not. You're just mindlessly reading while I hypnotize you and use bad grammar. Ah, it was worth a try.