the world rubs me the wrong way.
as of late, this is what concerns me:
1. mcdonald’s food processing.
2. overwhelmingly large egos.
4. stigmas of social status.
5. feigning interest in people.
6. judgement, esp. out of one’s realm.
7. social networking addiction.
I tried to tell you the skyline wasn’t enough for me,
that the lights weren’t enough to knock me out;
you just stared at our little world, struck silent.
contemplative, too. I could tell. we talked of
consciousness and what it means to be present.
I told you I needed to be here, experience this.
moments are quick. cameras make them quicker.
we lingered, and I was grateful for you then.
I tried to tell you this city wasn’t enough for me,
that what I needed to feel alive was more;
more than a view, more than a minute, an hour.
more time. that’s all I ever need.
more time, with you.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
- Anaïs Nin (via observando