It's 3 am.

      I love that i will be ending my night by adding a couple of words into this blog---feels great to write!
I wrote down something i often think about today in class and i read it out loud, my thoughts on that? I'm pretty sure people thought i was fucking weird, haha. It's a good thing though, i like being the weird, mysterious guy if that's how you want to put it. I do not think of myself to be that way but I've heard people say i give off that vibe. It's a fallacy though.
      I often think about the deeper meaning of life and i try to express them through words which i find to be pointless. Why? Well, i feel that life just can't be summed up into words. It does not do it justice. I can describe the most beautiful beach on this planet, how it looked, the way it smelled, and how it felt, but those words will never give you the experience of that beach. Words are nothing but symbols and character texts that point to the picture but are not the picture itself.
     Today, I wrote about my experience and what i often feel throughout the day; it may have sounded a bit pessimistic because i talked about death but i do not look at it that way. I wrote about an experience, not a concept, or an idea; it was about what life brings. Which entails me to say: "Words are traps but I'll use them to show you the trap." I'm out there, for sure. This may not make much sense to anyone reading this and it doesn't have too. I'll be in my own little world if you'd like a more clarification but a expect a simple answer.