Pardon my run on's...

There are many words afloat in my brain forming various thoughts of futures that could be in line for me, for members that are a part of the tree that my family's name posses, for the ones who hold quiet warm nooks of my rapidly beating life organ and everyone else with whom my eyes come in sight and with whom my ears embrace words of joy and sorrow. And what provokes such written out thoughts? An unspoken dispute based off ignorance and a soul vapid of any tact. Perhaps a feeling that has been taunted so righteously through varying moons and tides. Oh, when will your motions ease on your obvious intentions?