I'm in a cup. Where are you?

Writing. Reading. Writing. Losing. Crying. Disgust. Dying.
I find myself everyday different, yet satisfying in a strange sense of it. I find myself in the most random places and its pretty f*ckin awesome. While listening to a song that used to be played in the background of a party during high school, or reading a book that seems to have been written just for me. I find my smile in peoples laughs, and their smiles. How have I gotten here? Is this where I have been hiding while my vacant body wanders my monotonous life? It feels great to find these pieces, makes me lighten up, makes me want more. I found another piece of me in a glass of freshly pressed apple juice, and I was delicious. So cold, yet so tasty. I found another inner me while watching a movie upside-down on a green leafed couch, my smile resembled much a frown...I guess it depends on your perspective of it. Little pieces come back through every time I pop a joint in my hand, but it is strange that as quickly as I come together with all of these pieces that I find of myself they fall away that much faster. I am needed to speed up my pace of living and finding. The energy cycles hella fast through my blood these days... looks like I gotta keep to it, gotta keep meeting people, living life. Drinking the air, feeling the hardness of it all......life

Feel it I know you want too. Find it you will if you only allow it. Be you in the sense of sense. You never know who you are unless you let your guard down. I feel like we tend to be too involved in who we would like to be and yet we have NEVER stopped to smell the roses. I like finding bits of me hidden everywhere in random things and people, on the lips of a woman, being able to feel the goosebumps that you sense in the next year to come. Smiley face. Frowny face. They are both the same if you view them with the right mindset and perspective.