(no subject)

[in_effigie]

i've been wondering what new discoveries will come about, and how many of our current theories will be proven asinine. it's a bit of a comfort, knowing that not everything is already sorted out and labeled nicely, then shoved away into a file cabinet, so everyone can read about the unchanging and obviously correct laws of the world. there's still more to work out.. more to revise, more to do. and so the world isn't a textbook. cause i do love well written ones, but i don't think i could handle the absolute certainty of a world already deciphered.

something to strive towards.

i want to open parentheses
to explain
my life, maybe
or you
but it seems to be futile
volatile. because nothing
except the mundane.
stands still.

and the bit of smoke
left off by the sparkler
which induced just the hint of
a real smile
made me almost
cry.

so noisy,
but it's silent.
shh.
i want to hear again