Archive.The Future.Sign.Diaryland

2001-12-22

So When You Go. Don't You Swallow. All The Words. That I've Spoken.

When you look up at that big, wide, blue or grey or white or cloudy or black thing in the sky, what do you see? Some see stars, others see clouds. Some see the future, others see the past. Some see nothing, other ... everything. Some see and endless stretch of sky and try and piece it together with philosophycal theories. As a personal question, what do I see when I look up there? I'm not sure. I can't really answer that. I see stars, clouds, the future, the past, nothing and everything. I see it all. Of course not at the same time, but I do see it. I see people too, when the moon hangs in the sky, I see someone in it. Not your typical man in the moon, but someone I know, or someone that I'm going to know at some point. There are some things about this earth that still mystefy and will always mystefy. Aside from all the scientific discoveries and theories and such, there will always be something unknown.

Have you ever tried to stare at something ordinary for a really long time, and found that it started to turn into something else? Or have you ever stared a reflection in something and just got lost in its depth?

Something that really bothers me is how I picture drawing something in my mind. It looks perfect and beautiful, until I try and actually draw it. It ends up distorted and terrible, not how I pictured it at all. It's disappointing. Extremely disappointing.

Make a wish. It's 111.

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