My mind is a hive of activity. Thoughts bounce around haphardly, dangerous and beautiful. Wires cross paths and spark far too often. I rely so much on my thoughts for my happiness and I live inside my own head so intently that sometimes I just need to pick up a pen and tap at a keyboard to express it all before I'm on to the next thought. I'm so active, always thinking, moving and dreaming. This can be a massive problem when it comes to every day tasks - try getting your invoicing done at work, or sitting through a three hour film when your mind wanders so freely- but it can also be a blessing. I feel things deeply and I crave an understanding for life which goes beyond simply reading or researching. I want to experience. I want to do. To run. To wander. My curiosity for life is something which I intend to grasp on to forever.