eyes, truth, and some weird red spots
i hate it when people roll their eyes at me. but i realize that i do it all the time. so either i need to stop, ha ha, or i need not to be so annoyed when people do. nothing ever goes as planned. nothing ever goes as rehearsed. but it is fun to talk the entire length of a street and have people wonder if your crazy. you start to wonder, are you crazy? i did just talk out loud to myself for fifteen minutes straight.
i wonder: where does the truth lie. and then i realized that truth is not mine to ferret out, however much i would like. it is not mind to hold on to. to wonder about. the only truth that i need be concerned about is the truth i present and carry around. and some relationships do not need to be worked on, because that connotates a signifigance beyond that which they have. and sometimes it is best to enjoy the moment as it is presented. not not to talk, but sometimes just to listen. not to words per se, but to the situation also.
also, i have the pin point red spots on my fingers. what do they mean?
i wonder: where does the truth lie. and then i realized that truth is not mine to ferret out, however much i would like. it is not mind to hold on to. to wonder about. the only truth that i need be concerned about is the truth i present and carry around. and some relationships do not need to be worked on, because that connotates a signifigance beyond that which they have. and sometimes it is best to enjoy the moment as it is presented. not not to talk, but sometimes just to listen. not to words per se, but to the situation also.
also, i have the pin point red spots on my fingers. what do they mean?