Where is my mind?
Where
Is
My
Mind
?
Where is my mind?
–Pixies/Where Is My Mind
Some things are like throwing confetti up in the air and expecting it to come back into your hands in one piece instead of flying away.
Things are always what they are.
No more.
No less.
A feather will never be a lead weight.
A joker will never be a king.
I can throw the confetti into the air and watch it float away.
It’s beautiful, and it isn’t coming back.
This is more than a little oblique.
Not particularly beautiful,
But it’s what there is right now.