Twine and Paper Clips

If you live too deeply in the moment, you have no future.
If you look only to the future, you will never enjoy the moment.

It's funny how something happens, and even though somewhere in your brain you know that this event will have no impact on your life in the long skip, it consumes you. It seems as if your entire world is flipped upside down and nothing will ever be the same; until tomorrow of course, when your life will somehow manage to pull itself out of the deep trenches of failure and defeat. Somehow you will muster just enough strength to roll out of your bed and pour that morning bowl of cereal.
Somehow.

Life was not granted to our mortal bodies so we could enjoy it,
Life was granted to us so we could live it.

Late night depression and over contemplation doesn't mean you are an emotional wreck.
Feeling like an emotional wreck doesn't mean you are an emotional wreck.
Self worth is infinite and everybody is equal and chocolate ice cream tastes good just like the way kisses feel.

People change and life moves on at funny times but our souls are attached to the insides of our bodies with twine and paper clips, and nobody can change a fact like that.

Let's all wake up tomorrow and roll down a hill without any shoes on.
The hill won't have shoes on, I mean.
They seem to be detrimental to their health...

We will catch squirrels in the park and run away from black and yellow stripes, because precious moments are becoming more rare and far apart.

We can never know whether we should be living wild in that very moment or worrying about what tomorrow might bring, but we will always know which way is up, and how to get to the ocean.


P.S.
I would like to plan for our future.
and
I would like to live in your moments.

Does that sound alright to you?

I believe we are right back to where we started. I surely do believe.

I like that you write beautiful words, and I also like that I am trying
I think it's funny when you ask me if your pants match your shirt
The creators of Star Trek put a horn on a dog and pretended it was an alien, but nobody cared because people don't watch Star Trek just because they like the way the aliens look
I don't like you just because your pants match your shirt, either
I pretend that I am interested in every word that leaves your sometimes chapped lips, but if we are being honest, (and we are) I don't particularly care about a lot of things
You don't always pretend that you are interested in me
Sometimes that will irk me, but most of the time I like it because it means you are not a pretender
I would like to become less of a pretender, I think. I haven't quite decided though
Your eyes tend to shred me
S-H-R-E-D
I don't melt, or get the butterflies, or even get the warm and fuzzies
I just shred
Each time I look at you a small piece of myself just slips off
I imagine it flutters to wherever pieces of people usually go
It's slightly terrifying because what if one day there isn't enough of me to take you in?
What if I become too small, too shredded, to process what the funny freckles on your nose look like when you laugh?
What if I can't internalize the smell of that lime green soccer jersey that I hate so much?
You don't even like soccer
I like you though, and if you don't like soccer then maybe I don't either
If you don't like me, then maybe I don't either
But then again, that would be so silly to like you, a separate being, if I didn't even like my own self, now wouldn't it?
Now wouldn't it.