January 2010
Sometimes.
If you lay really really still, you can feel the world. If you lay really really still, from some odd angle, you’re on top of the world. No compromises necessary. Gravity takes care of things for us sometimes.
Tornado.
Blizzard. Lightening. Blackout. How sweet it is to live on our humble Earth. Uncertainty is a virtue. Oh, the simple pleasure of feeling alive.
Possibilities.
What are we waiting for? I guess anything is possible, but with every possibility there’s a billion other possibilities that the particular possibility you just so happen to be waiting for will never come to pass, and a possibility that anything else could happen in the midst. Like giants or snow in the summer or everything crumbling in your hands. Life is full of possibilities. Assuming...
You.
I really think you are quite awesome. You are the cat’s pajamas.
Pouring.
It’s like the sky swallowed up the ocean, and decided to drop it in a billion little bits over this town. And I can’t say I mind one bit.
But.
Where does time go? It’s going, somewhere, right? Because we’re going to the future, and time is going everywhere. Where is time’s destination? What does time feel like? I need to really figure these things out before I grow up.
Wishing.
For a monster that will swim through the ocean and sing it’s melancholy song through the seven seas. That is what we need in times like these.
The.
Sky is heavy. Ready to fall. Gravity is simple. Bring it down. We all wait here, grounded, with open arms. Anticipating the falling sky. It’s a beautiful thing. The rain makes our colours run in unexpected ways.
Ideas.
Are only as big as you let them be. Like goldfish. The bigger the tank, the more they’ll grow.
I had.
A dream.
About a big handsome house. With rooms full of books and big windows and white walls and white carpet and white chairs and photos with fancy frames and chandelier and beds with plush comforters and a record player and staircases. And an extravagant party taking place downstairs with men in suits and champagne glasses full of drinks with names I don’t know and loud music and bright...
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I.
Wish my face told stories like others do. Or I could be a mystery. Those are the things I strive for.
Why.
Am I so distracted?
Get back to life and people and important things. Stop wasting time. These wishes aren’t good for me.