Look at the ants on the ground they work real hard lifting three times their mass and sometimes...more... I feed on spontaneity and I'm really heavy on the creative aspect of my life but when it doesn't show, when it doesn't come I don't know what to do. I stumble with my words talking to everyone. I feel stupid saying things that are childish in thought. I'm not acting like a child but I'm thinking with the span of one. With the capacity, as far as I can tell I'm just so dried up. There are two dots on the side of my clock display and an inch and a half or so away from them are two more dots that are exactly the same. Seperating the hour and minutes. It's so even, they're counterparts on a AM/FM digital clock radio and I fucking envy it. I envy it so much. I want a place where I can be in big bold lettering and stand for something. Maybe even divide something because I'm so strong to do so. I want to get into it.