something happens and we all want to exchange our self-concept for some worthwhile or worthless ideal we see as promising, but the truth is: where are we trying to get by floating so high?
dropped back down to the ground, is the only conclusion i can draw from looking at the mess that's left.
and though the fall is fleeting, there really is nothing like flying once in a while.
the turning of the earth is in our feet and we all sit down more than we take time to walk through sand and trees and wind and stone and fog and smoke.
we are all so undeniably small and that fact is the most amazing thing about us; face it.
however it is we build we do it from scratch and if we can't we fall down dead.
remember:
- that it's within the properties of light that we find our reflections
- that no matter what circumstance grants us,
we are bound to the way things are
- that we are purposely nervous and carefully incautious in our denying
that large structures are brought down with explosions
- that we have to realize it is impossible to explain a flame to a fire
and
- that sometimes burning is our only way out.
this has been nothing much from no one in particular. good evening.
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