The sky was blue, and patterned with stripes of clouds like the stretch marks on a beautiful body. A waterfall hissed as though a thousand snakes, while water rolled upon wall of cobble, spilling into the deep, dark basin beneath. A verdant river bank, lush, alive, and shimmering in the gentle sun. Blue fluttering wings of butterflies did pepper the green leaves, interspersed with brown orange reminiscences of Fall on the ground. A pitched croaking argued defiantly against the omnipresent hushing noise; a strong green frog, no bigger than a skipping stone, did roar out, like a bell tolling the time.
2/23: I guess I miss a lot of things. It's obvious to start with material desires, though having lost as many things as I have, they all mean nothing, no? And then habitual desires, like playing dungeons and dragons or volleyball; these things are away, though not impossible, yet... they feel so impossibly distant much of the time. Even when I went to the volleyball recently, it was just the same negative feelings that had pulled me away to begin with. Alas.
today: the world (instagram poll) asked me what is love. In earnest, so did i reply "exercise in trust with kaleidoscope of shapes :)" ...
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it made me happy to respond with that.
i'm full of stupid little one-liners like that. somehow they're easier than trying to express myself in the... field of it all. once, laying in bed with a man i love(d? life is so confusing...), i observed my head and heart and mind and feelings are all one foggy forest. each direction looks like nothing. it is as if there are no landmarks, merely the obstructions. the chronic indecision, the inability to just make my mind up, or say how i feel.
that infinite ramble, the stupid monologue that says NOTHING. white noise to keep my brain active. the worst part is, sometimes, i actually think i think something smart, or fun, or witty but
i mean.
a tree falls in lonely woods, does it matter what noise it makes?