Should I pursue a path so twisted? Should I crawl defeated and gifted?

After writing all day I go for a walk and see a piece of architecture i want to photograph and i have to take a picture and later a poem comes in my mind.

Wisdom was a teapot, pouring from above. Desolation angels, served it up with love.

I love being alive. I like being a human being.

Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.

Since I was a child, I hated having to deal with my hair. I hated having to change my clothes. As a kid, I had a sailor shirt and the same old corduroy pants, and that's what I wanted to wear everyday.

I had this idea that the coolest thing that could happen to you was talking with God.