PLANS
how silly are our plans? no. really. how silly? i can't tell whether they're all for naught, or whether we need them and need to keep forming them and dreaming them up. they're so unreliable. sometimes they can be like streams into a river, and they all come together and gain power and speed. sometimes they're like goldfish. sometimes like the memory of a goldfish. or, like a june bug that gives birth to a dragonfly and then dies-- they cancel each other out. my plans seem to all be like lit candles. small flames that sometimes flicker taller, but that go out with a small gust and leave tears of wax behind on the walls. i don't enjoy candlelight anymore. i light the candles, because i need the light. but sure enough they go out. i need another light. a lightbulb that hangs from the ceiling with a cord that i can tug on. and it'll only go out when i tug the cord to turn it off. or when i do a wreckless handstand and smash it to peices... maybe what i need is the sun. at least when it goes down i can relax and count on it's coming back up again soon.
i truely don't know how some people can make things happen as if they were choosing an outfit out of their closet.
i feel like making anything big come true is more like designing the goldengate bridge. not to mention that i sometimes have trouble choosing an outfit anyway.
oh plans. tomorrow has a heavy weight on it's shoulders.
i truely don't know how some people can make things happen as if they were choosing an outfit out of their closet.
i feel like making anything big come true is more like designing the goldengate bridge. not to mention that i sometimes have trouble choosing an outfit anyway.
oh plans. tomorrow has a heavy weight on it's shoulders.