Hello, universe. Please listen to me. Sometimes. Sometimes I wonder about things. And sometimes. Sometimes I could really do with the occasional burst of enlightenment. The occasional coherent answer to my stupid questions. Sometimes I just need to know that I get things. That things make sense. That things make sense. And that causality doesn't entirely entail that life will turn into shit with the linear progress of time. Y'know? Sometimes. Sometimes. Like right now, please. If it's not too much trouble.
The sky was beautiful last night. Full moon. Clouds, thick and scattered, dancing around the perfect orb of moon. Like the sky was a pond, and the moon was the pebble god dropped into its placid surface, and the clouds were the waves formed.
See. Now I'm just blowing things out of proportion. Maybe someday I can look at all this objectively. And realize just how silly I'm being. But. And maybe I've come to accept that there will always be a but in my life. Like a little pimple that will never ever go away. But.
The sky was beautiful last night. Full moon. Clouds, thick and scattered, dancing around the perfect orb of moon. Like the sky was a pond, and the moon was the pebble god dropped into its placid surface, and the clouds were the waves formed.
See. Now I'm just blowing things out of proportion. Maybe someday I can look at all this objectively. And realize just how silly I'm being. But. And maybe I've come to accept that there will always be a but in my life. Like a little pimple that will never ever go away. But.
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