in my head is an influx of convoluted reasons, theories, and mechanisms that is rapidly trying to assemble blocks of my perceived reality in a vapid attempt to make sense of phony structures bolted around my aimlessly wandering life. i may fall on my face and spent countless hours contemplating the metaphysics and meaning of a split-second moment, but in the end i'll always stand up, laugh, brush the dirt, and walk on into the next. right now i wonder if i'm spending more time trying to be careful about my life than trying to actually enjoy it. but like everything else, that thought never really holds itself if i spend an extra second on hindsight.

while i lie wide awake in the middle of the night, the rest of the world sleep gently in their solace.