Scrambled Ramblings

I hate that I love being in love. I hope I win the lottery. I love giving people money so I know that every dollar I give for someone to live will cause change in two ways. I am so tired all the time because I feel like I've been alive for so long. Resistance is not a peripheral opponent. It is self generated and self perpetuated. It is the enemy within. I no longer want to hold anything back. I am afraid of dying only because I haven't said everything I want say. My brain never shuts up. I don't know whether to gag it or give it a microphone. I hope I have days where my inner peace is so strong someone else can grab a piece and borrow some. Love is the secret you can't wait to tell everyone.