something i wrote
For whatever reason, after doing calculus for three hours, I had a brief moment of inspiration and worte this little paragraph. Enjoy....or don't.
Every direction I look they’re pinned on me. I look down and find two of them. A familiar pair they are. The lights blues beaming at me like rain beating down on the streets in a cartoon and washing down the drain. I’ve grown tired of those. So I pace onward searching for something different. Though my chilly breath and the orange streetlights I make out a few more pairs. First a sad green, barely noticeable at all. They’re the green of moss on the top of a rock near a clear streambed. But they don’t respond to the blues. They’re too busy investigating everything they already know more closely. As the stragglers pass by I can’t help but search each one, not knowing quite what I’m looking for. The next pair I notice is a drab gray. At least, it seems very drab at first, but the way they’re carried makes the gray come alive. The gray is high above me now, reaching out farther than I’ve ever dreamed. It’s the gray on the face of a mountain several miles high and above the tree line. The grays are too high to notice blue way down here. They take the blue around them for granted. The grays see everything from far away. Maybe the only thing I can take comfort in is the light blue that is with me always. On the verge of lost hope, I spin up the blues to make one last search. Is this an accident? There are dark browns seemingly on a collision course with the blue. This brown is dark and mysterious like a forest bed that hasn’t been tread on in thousands of years, but hears everything. The brown of wisdom come early and bountiful. These browns are after something, and it’s blue. I feel as though the blue has changed completely to black now, for the sake of investigating mysterious brown. I think blue is ready for a ride. Out of the gutter and into the sky. Blue will drown in brown and brown will laugh and shrug it off. Neither finding anything better. And I, with a new favorite color.
"All we have is now.
All we've ever had was now."
-The Flaming Lips
Every direction I look they’re pinned on me. I look down and find two of them. A familiar pair they are. The lights blues beaming at me like rain beating down on the streets in a cartoon and washing down the drain. I’ve grown tired of those. So I pace onward searching for something different. Though my chilly breath and the orange streetlights I make out a few more pairs. First a sad green, barely noticeable at all. They’re the green of moss on the top of a rock near a clear streambed. But they don’t respond to the blues. They’re too busy investigating everything they already know more closely. As the stragglers pass by I can’t help but search each one, not knowing quite what I’m looking for. The next pair I notice is a drab gray. At least, it seems very drab at first, but the way they’re carried makes the gray come alive. The gray is high above me now, reaching out farther than I’ve ever dreamed. It’s the gray on the face of a mountain several miles high and above the tree line. The grays are too high to notice blue way down here. They take the blue around them for granted. The grays see everything from far away. Maybe the only thing I can take comfort in is the light blue that is with me always. On the verge of lost hope, I spin up the blues to make one last search. Is this an accident? There are dark browns seemingly on a collision course with the blue. This brown is dark and mysterious like a forest bed that hasn’t been tread on in thousands of years, but hears everything. The brown of wisdom come early and bountiful. These browns are after something, and it’s blue. I feel as though the blue has changed completely to black now, for the sake of investigating mysterious brown. I think blue is ready for a ride. Out of the gutter and into the sky. Blue will drown in brown and brown will laugh and shrug it off. Neither finding anything better. And I, with a new favorite color.
"All we have is now.
All we've ever had was now."
-The Flaming Lips