People that are Dead

I miss my AP Literature class. I miss reading worthwhile reading and thinking and feeling and knowing a part of the author that I can't know about the people here, alive, with me. I need to wake up and start feeling again, I need to read poetry and the books that I used to read, a window into dreams, to reality, to hope, to love. I need ideas and and regeneration in my life. I need to use and re-use and do. I need to act now on the things I learn. I need to know people, and I can't know the people here I can know the people that are dead, the people from other countries, other worlds.

It's time to discover.

Getting so obsessed with Heroes, and questions of God, and wondering why money matters so much. Yes, the answers are written down Philosophically at our finger tips, and now what do we do? We dance at parties, we drink, we kill ourselves in car accidents. The mental capabilities are being wasted. The singers/songwriters of our day are singing Super Bass.

I could always try and save the world.