What do you desire?

I wish I had the mind of Einstein minus the madness and abrasive behavior, then maybe my thoughts would have better conversations with my conscience.

I crave the creativity of De Vinci, then perhaps I’d be able to create the blueprint of happiness my mind keeps shoving at me

I desire the curiosity of Socrates, for the fear of the unknown wouldn’t scare me, as my thirst for answers shielded my cowardly demeanor.

I ached for the knowledge of Nietzsche; then, possibly, I’d have a less deluded life and see it for what it was.

Hope to see the world like Picasso, its mess and chaotic endeavors, yet find beauty and meaning underneath what seems to be a dark hole of emptiness

For these aren’t the words of Shakespeare but the intimate thoughts of a bitter soul.

The Bitter Poet