THE BLACK DOOR
God has put me down a path that I cannot see the end of. All of this thought endlessly and aimlessly put towards defining a future that can't be known. The rest devoted to the lost past. The timeless rare moments. How many instants live for themselves? Those are the only ones that I remember. How much lost time in between? The rest spent on striving to engineer a future moment. How could you possibly design a moment, and why would you want to? God shows us our way. These are the days that define us. Don't paint a picture, take a photo. The art is there you just have to find it. This road is blue like jazz.
And school sucks hard.
posted by Dave at 4:15 PM
1 Comments:
we can never see the destination fully...maybe if we could we wouldn't dare to take the first step, not understanding the road that will lead us there and all we will have learned along the way.
The instants that live for themselves are a divine kiss, a breath of eternity realized.
Yum.
and school DOES suck hard.
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