Journal..

So, I found this journal with flowers on it that I had from a little while ago and only wrote one poem in. I tore the poem out, and I'm using it again, because for the time being i am fixated on all things flower infested. Real flowers don't really move me though. So, I'm just going to jot down random thoughts that i have throughout the day, and then post them on here, bc its easier than remembering all of the thoughts i've had during the day when i get home. So here's what I wrote today.(When I skip lines it means its a seperate thought at a seperate time of day.)

The earth is moving. The sky stays the same. The leaveless trees, the gates, the trucks, the signs, the lines, they spin. All spinning in a straight line. The sky, it stays the same. I am staring, wondering if i'd still move if the car stopped and nothing stopped me. I'd move. In a straight line,yes.

For the first time ever in class, everyone sat silent, moved by the same sound.

All of the signs tell me to slow down. I refuse to. More signs. No change. No accident.

There is not enough time in the world. There is not enough time to divide among us in the world.

Bukowski / Modest Mouse