to he who has too much passion for life
the literal curiosity and thirst of it will surely devour one
as no man is an island
this one has a sense that they are but a small fish in a world ocean lost ever swimming through an endless stream
the brillant wonder to wander through this mystery
led by an obsession stronger than any notion powered by the will and the struggle to exist
tasting so many flavors
disturbed by the overarching sensations superseding the constants when they momentarily settle into motivations
snatching their essences wide into the atmosphere eager to expand and bloom by any means
a supernova of patterned ideas and aspirations
only falling short to the continual emptiness of burn out