Devine

sometimes i get so caught up int he art of living i forget how to just live. i love the feeling of being totally at peace with myself. my mind decides ‘so what’. I overthink and care so damn much. I take myself way too seriously way too often. im constantly trying to understand and be in some kind of control. i love letting go. i overthink people. myself. situations. conversations. life. reading. writing. God. death. life. man. i think about thinking and think about overthinking till my head hurts. I love when my mind is like ‘mike. i dont give a shit anymore. im tired of you trying to get me to think about stupid shit.’ and then it just starts thinking these amazing beautiful things. My mind wonders if these beautiful directions. I stumble across beautiful thoughts and feelings. and i breath easy. crazy? i dont care. i like it. and when i write and look and appreciate details. in people. and art. and writing. and gosh. the details are what make life so great. anyway.

cant wait for school

”Shes great. Her name is Mrs. Devine. and she is. her fresh blonde hair. the way it softly bobs just above her shoulders. her baby blue sweater. fresh white capris. those soft eyes that tell the world how beautiful she thinks it is. that smile that rests at the perfect kind understanding smile youd get from your mother when you did something wrong and it was sorta cute. she walks effortlessly. and laughs carefree, breathing deep the fragrence of life. she hears music and slowly sways her hips followed by her arms trailing softly behind to the music. she floats along. i smile. i wonder if she knows how beautiful she is.”