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Life...it's just so wonderful. It's ironic twists and curves. The way it is the world...and everything ties into it,and only it. It doesn't have to branch out to find seekers..it is the seekers. Maybe when religious people speak of Gods, they are really trying to personify the un-reality of life that is the ultimate reality. So beautiful. It's sadness, pain, sorrows, complexity, simplicity,it is the emodiment of perfection. If I believe in love....it is only the love of life. Many people search out answers for this life...for what it is. Why it is. How it is. I just want to submerge myself in the center of this sticky life web and wrap it around me. Inhale as much as I can..breathe as much as I can feel...live live live...I want this life. Oh..I'm in love. I love to feel, to need, to be. It makes me human. Why search for the way to make yourself above human? Above reasoning and feeling. Why try to be a robot? Paint your heart grey and pretend that it's stone. No...I live..that's what I do. mmmm....And now..there's a certain intoxicating smell that drifts me away...into the sweet arms of this world that is nothing, really, in the span of time. But I love it...Oh, I do.

It may not be the only thing I'm becoming attached to.