Words,
Words,
Words,

Requirements,
Requirements,
Requirements,

Talk,
Talk,
Talk,

What does it all mean, anyway?

Ya know, in a year and a half,
I will be somewhere,
Or at least know where that somewhere is going to be

Despite all these words,
Despite all these requirements,
Despite all this talk,
I will end up somewhere.

But where…

Wherever it is,
I hope that I can share a genuine laugh with someone,
The kind where you don’t stop until tears are streaming down your face,
Your mascara terribly ruined,
But not possessing the slightest care in the world.
With the kind of person with whom you can share your deepest thoughts,
And talk endlessly into the night.

Its crazy to think that that very person is out there right now,
Somewhere.
You don’t even know her name…
Or his.

Someone whom you will be able to say you shared memories with,
Memories, which at this point are the future.
Are they out there waiting for me to come along?
Possibly thinking up a similar scenario?
Or is that just me doing what I do best: over thinking

But yet, who thought up that such a form of thinking was overly thinking, thus becoming “overthinking?”
Were they too, perhaps, “overthinking?”

Now too self-conscious to share with the world what he has discovered,
For fear of being regarded as different,
He sits down and gives a name to his thoughts on the art of thought,
So that society may be able to ridicule those “guilty” of performing such thinking,
Before they are able to ridicule him.

Who dares say that they know all that the mind is capable of?
After all, the mind is the single tool allowing us to be able to study the mind,
But if there are enough “discoverers of overthinking” in this world,
Who are simply too self conscious to delve into the deep and unknown depths of the human mind,
And then share their new, shining insight with the world,
Then silly little thinkers,
Of course no one will be able to discover what the mind can truly do…



Oh yeah,

So as I was saying,

I know I will be somewhere in a year’s time,



But where?