open arms.

the world around me tends to fall apart in a matter of moments, but just as fast it rebuilds itself. Each day, gazing out at the world, I await the arrival of something that answers my restless demeanor, for I'm drowning in the speculations of my mind. I find solace in the rising sun; a muse that I know will forever remain constant. I laugh way more than a normal person probably should, and find amusement in everything, particularly things I probably shouldn't. My thoughts are incomprehensible, my imagination ambiguous, my mind is logical, and my taste for reality, fanciful.
I crave more, and until then, I'll be waiting with open arms.