so ready for us

I like reasons, which is a terrible habit but I like them so what can you do? I like knowing that I laugh because I am shrinking the world so it fits within my cupped hands. I speak the way I speak so no one will understand me unless they understand me and are listening. I listen to the music I listen to because it makes me feel, and because feeling is important to me, because feeling in the beating of my heart, in the signals from my brain, represent false promise, which I also terribly like. I read textually dynamic books because confusion draws me away from living the fear and nearer being stimulated to understanding that which is the truth. The truth of all truths; that there is no truth. I talk to the people I talk to because they think about, and struggle their lives with the the unfortunate circumstance of being nothing, or something. I love my family because I owe them much more, as we all do. I am who I am because I spend my time doing everything I have said, and by not being someone who doesn't do and think those things. At times, I feel like these are the reasons to explain a person. I feel that if I ask the right questions the right way and receive the rightly meditated responses, then I am seeing into their person. That by using the simplest of ways, you and I are helping each other to understand. Do you believe so? In all my life, I have only known few things that would make something like Life an exciting journey rather than constant downfall. I believe in people, and trust that I will find the person who can exclaim this entire passage to me in divergent words with a brain that sends signals that are similiar to mine. I believe that in the moment of silence before my own child cries, I will burst and burst until I can burst no more, then lay down and cry because I always cry because I feel too much.