glass bricks.
It is in my understanding that logical behavior, the things you think you should do, are utlimately in your own worst interests.
You follow the rational process down the corridors of your grey matter, a seemingly well-trodden path, only to reveal itself a deep, dark alley in which you have no business whatsoever.
You follow the law only to be shunned by friends.
You follow your heart to its own destruction.
You try and be a good man and the asshole gets the girl.
We all know it and we've all been screwed six ways to sunday because of this little man kicking the back of our skull, nagging us to do what's right, when we all know we should only do as we feel, for "rightness" is just as relative as instinct. Both have been massaged into our brains, as much as we hate to admit it, by the people, places and adventures we alone have been privy to.
Your angle is essential to your narrative.
My mind is filled with split-second shots of the past few hours.
I'm not sure where my life is taking me.
(I'm not sure if I've ever been.)
But I am happy.
Truly, honestly happy.
Perhaps because I am finally scraping the veneer from my lids.
And am taking what comes to me as unpolished as possible.
I'm tired of kidding myself.
(for maybe that is the reason for my (our) lack of rational rationale?)
So the gloves come off and the words undub.
I like this.
I like me.
I like you.
We need not worry about the next minute, for as much as we plan, the bomb could still drop.
We are unable to juggle the variables, but fully capable of watching the roof burn.
Don't try and prepare.
Just be who you is.
And enjoy your new skylight.
-roo
You follow the rational process down the corridors of your grey matter, a seemingly well-trodden path, only to reveal itself a deep, dark alley in which you have no business whatsoever.
You follow the law only to be shunned by friends.
You follow your heart to its own destruction.
You try and be a good man and the asshole gets the girl.
We all know it and we've all been screwed six ways to sunday because of this little man kicking the back of our skull, nagging us to do what's right, when we all know we should only do as we feel, for "rightness" is just as relative as instinct. Both have been massaged into our brains, as much as we hate to admit it, by the people, places and adventures we alone have been privy to.
Your angle is essential to your narrative.
My mind is filled with split-second shots of the past few hours.
I'm not sure where my life is taking me.
(I'm not sure if I've ever been.)
But I am happy.
Truly, honestly happy.
Perhaps because I am finally scraping the veneer from my lids.
And am taking what comes to me as unpolished as possible.
I'm tired of kidding myself.
(for maybe that is the reason for my (our) lack of rational rationale?)
So the gloves come off and the words undub.
I like this.
I like me.
I like you.
We need not worry about the next minute, for as much as we plan, the bomb could still drop.
We are unable to juggle the variables, but fully capable of watching the roof burn.
Don't try and prepare.
Just be who you is.
And enjoy your new skylight.
-roo