Trying to clean up, trying to get somewhere, because I'm lost, I'm totally in a funk.
No one's here. Cleaning the house and thinking...
Thinking about some of my friends, a lot of my friends really, and how we sometimes get into conversations about life, the universe and everything. And they always win me over in the end. Yes, you are right, magic is illogical, science is logical. You are smart and good and I am silly.
But they don't really give me anything new to go on. Except myself. And myself is not enough... So that's not really the end.
Guess who sneaks back in when they leave? ; )
1 year ago