EDIT Sorry!! I was really bored...hehe..yea i still am but yea i was bored and rambling..like i am now
D'you think that if we didn't think, we'd be happier? I mean, sadness becomes worse the more you think about it, and happiness diminishes the more you muse about why you're happy. That's basically all i have to say, for the moment. Or maybe not, it just felt like any minute (any second now) I'll run out of things to say. Like right this instant, I don't have anything to say. So? I stopped. But I don't really want to stop. I wanna really talk, and say something beautiful and say it beautifully, but I can't. I'll just go back to making paper airplanes. You think anyone could pay me for making paper airplanes? Not necessarily 'cause iI'd be good at it (i'm really not), but 'cause I like doing it. What draws me so much to them? Is it the wind? I like wind. But I don't want to think about it. I'll end up hating them. My words are only ink deep. But, actually, no, they're not. Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling, Clementine...you are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine. If someone has that job (of naming hair colors- personalities applied in pastes), and someone has to have that job, then I can get a job throwing paper airplanes out my bedroom window.
mensa · Sat Mar 12, 2005 @ 04:23pm · 2 Comments |