A treatise of longing

I want many things.

i want to travel the world. see things i never seen and learn languages i never knew exsited. i want to learn how to sail. to feel the wind against my face. to remind myself that the sunsets are still beautiful. i want to skydive. to leave my mark among the clouds. to feel the thrill of flying. to cheat death. i want to have superpowers. to be wolverine. to experience the feeling of invincibility. to discover what it's like to kill so dispassionately. to be so detached and yet so passionate. ruthless but with the ability to love.

i hate it when people think that the world revolves around them and that time has to stand still when they have problems. i hate it when they believe that their problems are so earth-shattering that they have to spend forever brooding and sulking when real people are dying across continents and around the world. i hate people who dont know how to shut up. when they say things without thinking. when their words are designed to hurt. when they air their opinions openly about issues that are none of their goddamned business. your opinions are yours to keep, but for fuck's sake shut up if nobody's asking for it.


*when i need you, you're only almost here.