"quick note"

i like impossibility
if you tell me "nah, dawg, no way"
i won't say "yes way" i'm not in third grade
i'll just do it
i want to get hurt
you can call me crazy
but i have impossible dreams
i have to be crazy to reach them

[i'm just jibba jabbaing. my poetic creativity is at a low right now cuz i'm pouring my juices into architecture. do you believe that the moment you write a feeling or thought out, you lose it forever because you've just put it in words? there's a certain integrity that's lost when you spell something out, like how a vivid mental/heartful image fades away as you try to capture it with the pen. and if this is true, isn't it also true that you are losing yourself, little by little, as you write out what's inside of you? aren't writers full of nothing but memories?]