Feb
2nd
Tue
2nd
way too much time on my hands
Jan
27th
Wed
27th
yay, love!
Jan
17th
Sun
17th
and her eyes held universes
infinitely expanding upon themselves
then all was soft and good
Jan
14th
Thu
14th
do what you have to do
Jan
13th
Wed
13th
…my roots have had to much time to burrow
deep, deep, deeper
Jan
7th
Thu
7th
seriously, my heart aches constantly with love for you
nothing’s ever been so pleasantly painful
and to think, this is only the beginning
Dec
26th
Sat
26th
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.
Dec
23rd
Wed
23rd
what we will be
I watched this and honestly didn’t know what to make of it at first. Watching as an imaginary eye some how stays calm while drifting away from Earth at light speed could be overwhelming. I watched this and then immediately went to sleep, where I stayed for 6 hours till I was unpleasantly woken. Today started off on a bad note but I focused my thoughts, turned on some music, and just started cleaning. My room has been a mess for weeks now and I really never let it get this bad. I danced and kicked up clothes from the floor. I danced and dusted tabletops and knickknacks. I danced and then opened my window; letting the warm light turn everything in my room to gold.
It wasn’t till this point in the day that I remembered the imaginary eye, and something hit me. Yes we are small and insignificant from such a distance, but that’s not where we are. There are worlds even smaller than ourselves, and an infinite number of equations and formulas to rationalize things from the subatomic to the universal.
Fear does not seize me as I drift with this eye from Earth. Fear arises from loss of control. This is not to say that I feel in control, but rather, I was never was so what was there to lose? Whether there is a higher power or not is not the point of what I’m saying. There is purpose. I believe there is a purpose for us being here that stems from something we perhaps are just not aware of. Maybe, just maybe, our purpose is to observe and appreciate. As far as we know the universe is inundated with valleys and quasars and agonizingly beautiful lights; and yet we are the only thing we know of with the power to be grateful, with the power to see and experience these things and directly respond to them. If I fear anything, it’s that I haven’t been grateful enough for my existence.
Why fight and cause pain to one another? Why do we waste and waste so much time and effort when there is so much more we could and should be doing? To open your eyes even just once, for a moment, is a gift that could never truly be repaid, but shouldn’t we at least try somehow?
tiny bits of air and light
