"Though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run."
Blue, resist the urge to use facebook. You can do it. Good luck.
Cats and dogs can be friends. So can cowboys and indians. So can we.
Why try to be the best when there's no hierarchy in heaven?

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

The Purpose of Knowing

I should be asleep, but I guess I'm not. Whenever I find myself thinking way too much, I hear this voice inside of me laughing, "Blue, what the heck are you doing? It's pointless to think you'll ever understand. You never will. Don't be such a fool." Why won't I listen and just have some fun? I don't know. I guess some people never learn and I'm one of them.

I'm scared.
I eat my veggies,
but I know I'm gonna fly.
I have insurance, see my doctors,
but the end keeps drawing near.
I watch my favorite movies, try to escape
into the world of comics
and sometimes literature, too —
the kind that smart folks read and talk about,
too often to sound smart,
too often to pretend,
too often to stay sane —
but I know I'm gonna fly. 
I know it but I fail to understand.
(See, that's a problem.)
And no one else does, too.
Some think they do.
Some lie they do.
Some try to do.
I've seen people go, but I don't know
what that means
from THEIR point of view.
Some say there's glory in dying,
but that's because
they're still

I'm scared.
Don't call me foolish.
Foolish is a silly word.
It hurts the crying.
Don't you tell me,
"Heck, you're wasting all that time."
I'm alive now, so now is when to ponder.
Scared is living, too, you see?
I know it's pointless to even care
about a fate you can't escape.
I know that cliff will find its way to me
When I turn left,
so will it, too,
no matter where I hide. 
I know Miss Fisher's gone,
Mr. Wilder,
many others with no choice
but to call it a life. 
I know all of that.
I know, I know.
And some would even say I'm smart.
But who cares what I know?
What is the purpose of knowing
When the knower
is about to

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Will I ever make it to Bora Beach?