Tangible
A metronome swings about and it hits me, temperature affects time but not withheld to it. Not what I intended to write first but there it is.
We can’t live in our heads forever, in all eventuality it turns to a four walled circle of an enclosure, 2 sides white, 2 sides black, and with no reference to duration, in no time(haha) turns into one color. One eye sees white and none sees black so it seems. It really drives me crazy with just the concept. I had a shot of oxygen. Now think about it, when was the last time you took a breath of air and not smelled the city. Nothing is a beautiful thing when your full of everything and everything is awful when you have nothing.
Numbers only give us a sense of absolute. We move only to come back to midnight and we don’t sleep to pretend we can live forever.
I’ve become too dependent on my mind’s virtual map where it has split and untethered myself from reality. You shut down your mind for a second and everything just becomes a bit brighter. Again love comes up, but I cannot ever say where it belongs, where it comes from, or where it will surface. I see it in my anger, in my happiness and in my sadness. When we are detached, it is there, on the other side of our implosion.
I am selfish but I want you to be happy.
I don’t want to care but call me anytime.
I am tired but the will will never grow old.
Days are short, so that we can grab it.
