Rivers to Oceans

A constant river of thoughts and feelings flows to my oceanic brain.

Heavy, rough, deep, natural, full of life, capsizing, dark, mysterious,cold,polluted,immense.

Did you know that humans have only explored 10% of the ocean, which makes up 71% of the Earth?

"The only constant is change."

I couldn't agree more. I often get in these tangents where I can consciously observe myself changing but I am unable to control it. Whenever these phases happen, I become very isolated and avoid speaking to most people.

An artist works on a masterpiece that no one else has been able to see. The outsiders may have seen rough sketches and the paint remnants which the artist wears. Many times the masterpiece is never even finished, or is not discovered until after the artist has passed on.

Its that chunk of knowledge which makes me wonder what I must do in order to show the world my masterpiece. How can I successfully have a positive impact on all those who are willing and able?

I feel amounts of euphoria that I cannot even begin to put into words.
I wish I could show at least one person out there what happens inside my brain.
Its almost driving me insane that I can't describe it in any form.

Will I ever be in love? Can someone even comprehend enough about me to love me?
I'm not sure...

I wear my heart on my sleeve and fall for people rather easily. Although, I am ridiculously selective with those people. Why can't one of them just feel the same way about me as I do for them?

More questions than answers...
I have a lot to experience in life.
A lot to learn.

Its a shame that humans wont exist in:
4 years 212 days 21 hours 40 minutes 45 seconds and counting