Sunday, February 2, 2014

Ceilings and Philosophy

As it turns out, lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling can teach you a few things about life.

What color is it?

Beige? Cream? Egg shell white? I think it's the last one.

Why is it there?

So lots of H2O doesn't rain on my so called parade.

Why does it have those stupid rifts in it?

I dunno. The ones at my grandpa's house pop balloons.

Why the heck is this relevant? Screw it, being a pacifist isn't all it's made up to be. (Which, in hindsight, isn't much.)

I don't want to hurt people.

In a simple world, that'd be pretty easy. Not here though. No, here I have to deal with the discrepancies between society and myself. I sit curled in a blanket on the floor not to calm myself, but to mourn society. Mourn the concept that never could be. If society is the norm, and the norm is different for every individual, how can society feasibly exist as a whole?

If you smash enough lies together into a ball and throw it in the ocean, is it heavy enough to sink, or will it float? Or just end up all soggy, somewhere in the middle?

Welcome to my secret life.

1 comment:

  1. I really like this. I can't put my finger on why, though.


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