Beauty

Rain. Starts, then ends. Thousands, millions of thousands of drops descend upon us. They only hope to do so again. But the forest. The most beautiful thing I have ever experienced. The forest. After the rain has fallen, after the assault and battery of the ground by a billion O's and twice as many H's, the forest has its own rain. Shelter from the initial attack, the trees protect their inhabitants for some time, but they allow the water to fall through after enough has built up. They wait for the rest of the world to stop raining. Then they have their own rain. Falling only within the bounds of the forest. Replenishing the most base of plants. A private rain. What a beautiful thing.

Feeling

Have you ever had that feeling when you walk out into the sunshine and realize exactly how bright it is? How warm it is, but especially warm on those dark bits of graphic on your tee? When you can put your music on shuffle and appreciate anything on there, just because it's art and art makes the world beautiful? Where should that go? What do we do with that feeling? And, while I'm on the subject, is it bad to "bottle up" good feelings? I know it's common practice to approach advising others with the ideal that we never hold on to the darker spectrum of emotion: hate, anger, fear, love, sadness, depression, bitterness, cold (did you catch it?). It's all trash and lies, but nobody ever talks about bottling up those emotions that we want to hold on to. If anything, let out the negative emotions and bottle up a smile. Hold on to it for later. So when you're not sure exactly how bright the sun is shining, you can whip out your bottle and measure the warmth of the graphic on your tee. And when you can't seem to find the right song to listen to, unload some suppressed childhood memory of comfort or a peaceable evening to make every song the right song. I need a bottle. Everything gets away from me. I live now, but I wish I could bring yesterday with me. I feel like it just follows me around and reminds me it's there. Not to help. Just to be. We should all just be. And enjoy our respective bottles. Good night.

Notifications

Sometimes, when I want to go to sleep, I look at the ceiling. Inches from my face. And it keeps flashing. Green, then nothing. Then green. Then nothing. Like a notification. You have mail. Someone commented on your aimless public rambling. You got +1’d by someone in your circles. This isn’t on the internet. This is real. This is a life notification. Does that have a positive or negative connotation? Neither? Both? What does it mean? You forgot something today. You hurt somebody. You’ve caused irreparable damage to another human being. You left your clothes in the wash. You did a good deed. You helped someone. You’re ruining your life. You could be more. You have an assignment due this week. You aren’t allowed to sleep right now. Flashing. Green, then nothing. Then green. Then nothing. Like a friend trying to keep you awake. Or a captor preventing you from escaping torture into a dream. Is it real? Really? Is it in my head? I initially was worried that my pupils were just rapidly expanding and contracting. Then I caught the green. That’s what gave it away. It’s a green light. My coffee machine has an unset clock that flashes until you set it. I hate my coffee maker. I hope it never stops flashing. Ever.