Apr 28, 2003 13:49
Garrick: What's wrong dude?
Matt: I'm not sure. My chronic depression maybe? I dunno.
Garrick: You alright man?
Matt: No
Garrick: Wanna smoke a bowl before I go?
Matt: No thanks man. It wont help
Garrick: You gonna be okay?
Matt: I'm Always ok
Garrick: Alright, call me if you need me man
It's funny. I sit on the 20 story roof in the marina late at night, and look down at the life we live below. The cars, the people; like ants. Where are they going, and what are they doing? Do they feel the way that I do? Do they see what I see? If this is the world in a fallen state, what does beauty look like? What is beauty? ...what is love? It's all so powerful, yet we cannot grasp it in a material sense. Maybe it's just there to feel. Maybe we need to put mind over matter. Maybe someone's on a higher rooftop on the next building, looking down and seeing ME in the big scheme of things. There's infinite possibilities. And in the climax all of this, just like in many stories, the rain comes down. Mercury spins itself backwards from the eye of the Earth, and I see very dark times are upon me.
What's wrong? ...I'm not sure.