Our bodies are not enough.

There are so many times where I am listening to a an endless chain of really good transcendental song after really good euphoric song after really good transcendental song and my soul does the shaken-soda-pop thing where it surges and wants to explode except that it cannot, because the cap is still on.

I don't think I'm going to be able to handle circumnavigating the globe.

I think I'm going to have that same feeling even moreso magnified in way too much intensity and on too frequent a basis and I am just going to storm inside with that same will to experience life until I utterly implode and fly up towards happy death.

Words words words.

I can never say what I need to say to justice.