in a year i’ll either be sipping pina coladas or wallowing in oblivion
and that is a scary thought
you don’t realise the immediacy of things til you look past the static
you think you have time but it is all fixed
as if life is dictated by an intelligent, all-seeing energy
you’re so certain of your values and become shocked to learn of their malleability
but chaos is ultimately beauty
where is the stimulation in linearity?