I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. 

They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. 

They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. 

They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.

Neil Gaiman The Sandman, Vol 9

uncomplication

kiss a stranger
in the dark
steal a car
write a song
dance to it
ride a train
to anywhere
watch the waves
live a dream
smile for no reason
swim under the moonlight.
has the stranger
become your lover
yet?

As an artist, I feel that we must try many things - but above all, we must dare to fail. You must have the courage to be bad - to be willing to risk everything to really express it all.

John Cassavetes

My wild love went riding

your city

your sidewalks

your screams on the roller coaster

I have a new story

how I briefly met your nipples

and hid your glasses

under a chair

so you wouldn't leave the room.

I started to watch a movie

every word on the script was

what I should tell you

to make you understand

I pressed pause

so we could watch it together.

I can make clouds disintegrate

I can draw a scary shark

on a tablecloth

I will not keep you awake

when you need to rest.

birds do not make mistakes

when they fly

and love is a word.

p.s. kisses are rarely wrong and they NEVER lie.

find the others

Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. 

But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the ‘normal people’ as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like ‘Have a nice day’ and ‘Weather’s awful today, eh?’, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like ‘Tell me something that makes you cry’ or ‘What do you think déjà vu is for?’ Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? 

Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.

Timothy Leary