I have the deepest of thoughts. Like waves, they crash over me; sending my consciousness spiralling deeper into the darkness that is my mind. Ask me to write poetry and I’ll write the most vigorous of tales. Ask me to create a painting and I’ll make something that brings even the coldest of hearts to shatter like fragile pieces of glass. My thoughts are deep because everything in life must have meaning. All our actions, all our emotions, everything the human species does has a deeper meaning. Ask me to analyze the most dull and passive works of literature, and I’ll construct a web so complex that it shows things that even the authors never thought of. I see everything that is not there. My thoughts are filled with meaningless words that can be spun into something that almost contains meaning, for those are what deep thoughts are. Thoughts that are deep hold meaning because they are meaningless, allowing them to be turned into whatever pleases the reader the most. My thoughts are hypocritical, therefore, they are deep. I reflect on my thoughts so much and so often that my reflections contain no more meaning. I keep my real thoughts to myself, as no one will value thoughts that are simple and discuss information that anyone can see. Each thought must be original, because depth is the only thing that allows you to stand above your peers. My thoughts are so deep that even I can no longer understand them.