Just some ramblings... Mainly because I just can't write but it's like that's my passion, so ehhh?????????????????
It's like I never seen the ocean, never stepped into its waters and just drifted upon it on one of those contraptions you would call a boat. But, let's just pretend that I have. That I memorized the salty smell of the ocean, the sound of seagulls (In Reno, they're so silent as they fly in our grey skies), and the sand that sinks under your weight (and doesn't hurt at all, no heat and no rocks). (Can you miss something you don't know?)
Let's say that I have a little boat and I'm going to travel to this giant ocean. Oh, I'm on a little little mountain stream, but someday it's going to meet up with the bigger rivers and ponds of the world, and then just like how a snowflakes melts to expand, I come to the ocean dead but alive. So, the question is when I meet the mighty rivers, do I bow down to their prowess and let them push me onto the ocean? Do I let them push me and my little boat around and around until my supplies and rations run out and I come to the ocean starving and thirsty (for bloated fish and salty water)? Or, do I take out that blasted paddle and push myself down those rivers to get to a new place (not the ocean, not yet, oh please not yet) or even uphill (like those fish that jump against the river because you know, sometimes, it's alright to go against the common and the normal)? Do I?
Oh, "what you call insane, I call normal".....
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I think I'm climbing up a rugged and stony mountain. There's this whole mountain range and it stretches so long that you think it never ends. But I have faith that it ends, and that right across those mountains there's a plain of wildflowers (like the one where lovers run across, killing thousands of innocents flowers) (but oh so beautiful garden of flowers and butterflies, and it's peace). I'm going to get there, at least I wish and I want to someday.
But, right now there's a bit of an obstacle. It's kinda big, as it's a split in the road. It's a continous split, like there's two mountain ranges that I can take right now. One's higher above the other, and that's the one that I'm taking right now. Oh, it's a real easy path, barely no stones and anything. But, I'm getting so far from the flower right now, and I know for a fact that I'll never get there this way. (And I think I'm stepping on several right now, killing them all. But is that the crunching of bones below me?)
The other one is below me and it looks so far away. It's a rockier path, filled with stones and holes and thorns. But I know (like absolutley am sure of it), that's the right path...
So, it's time for me to abandon this road and jump off to the other one. (oh, but it's far past the time, it's overdue, overdue you hear??)
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