someone just said that and i had to put it somewhere...
it is late. i am awake. this is negative and should not be re-enforced. yet i never sleep decent hours, and since i'm in college this a negative thing.
it seems i am only writing to be awake.
the color of something does not matter. what is its shape? what is its value? how long will it last? this is what matters about an object. intrinsic value. like that of precious metals and jewels: value that can only increase over time, becoming antique yet maintaining its integrity.
the child sleeps; the man lies awake and worries. this shouldn't be so. who knows what tomorrow will bring? who knows what pleasures, pains, joys, or sorrows will take place? what glances will be given? who knows whether the sky will fall or the birds drop from the sky? we don't know anything other than plans, and the plans of mice and men oft go astray, drowning in the shallows.
words like this never come from my mouth; they only rot in my mind like old fruit. the wind changes and where it is headed is beyond my sight. laughter seems unreal; tears seem without depth; phrases fall astray. the mind thinks, the heart knows, yet nothing is known and nothing can ever be known until it is outside of oneself. the wind changes; the water drips; who knows where it will land?