Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Water on a Window

Raindrop thoughts meander and run until they collect. Trickles of ideas seem to lead nowhere. Eventually, though, they can form rivers.

Too many books are read to please others. Too few are read at all. Words scream silently, seeking attention, from the page.

Ultimately, you'll answer only to yourself. Peel the veneer back and see what everyone else has failed to notice, or at least failed to let you know they've noticed. In front of your infinity mirror, it becomes obvious why the rest of the thinking world is filled with nihilistic cynicism.