What is happening in the world? A poet once said "my mother has got syphilis, but I still love her". The world is broken. And I still love her. I don't know why, perhaps because I still hear babies crying, birds singing, still see someone sliming to me without any reason. Every day, I try to find some light, and I always do find it. But deep in my heart, I know I want to find the sun. Light brings me a little hope, but the sun, it marks the beginning of a hopeful era....
The only people for me are the mad ones. the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time. the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"----Jack Kerouac
Inscrit le 13 décembre 2013
Age 15 • 1 Article