Shimmery Black Holes & Dead Stars

Sometimes I wonder if you’re actually here.

Or if you’re floating between two worlds

not really sure which one is real.

Am I some mirage you stumbled upon
in a drunken state, that you see
but don’t understand how it got there
or whether or not it will disappear in the next moment?

Is the effervescent irridescence ethereal

or do those shiny things we wish on last forever?

Is forever really what it seems, or are those

supposedly logical people relying on an

infinity that doesn’t actually exist?

Sometimes I wonder if you actually see me
or if I’m transparent, like a fog hanging over
a still-sleeping town.

[for stars will rise again. tumblr, ffffound]

life: on being in denial.

Life is usually interesting. However, we go through life never thinking that anything will ever happen to us. It will always happen to 'those people'. That nothing bad would ever come of my family, because we're good people. That nothing will ever come of us, that somehow we live in this impenetrable bubble of protection. 

That bubble seemed to burst today for my family, yet, we are still, I believe in denial. I'm listening to a live TV and radio station that is talking about the 7.0 magnitude earthquake in Haiti that occurred at about 4:53 p.m today, and speaking to the fact that things "always seem to happen to Haiti-- never anywhere else." That Cuba is so close to Haiti, but they weren't hit. I'm sitting here stunned that something could have happened to "our Haiti."  

That is blatant denial. People seem to be looking for an explanation for these events, something other than the fact that this is LIFE. 

There will always be trials. Sometimes they happen on larger scales, and sometimes on a smaller scale, but they are always there. 

We are so quick to say, when something happens to us: "Why didn't it happen to them?" But perhaps it has-- on a different scale and you're (we're) too shallow-minded to see it.

being the outsider

this morning in assembly the headmaster of the school got up on stage and talked about his aha! moment, his moment of awareness. The first was when he walked into the grocery store in his neighborhood in Maui and was the only white person in the entire store. he was the outsider. 

then, during French, our teacher asked us how many bathrooms we have in our house (yes, i'm in french 1), and one kid said 5... and wasn't even sure. 

and then he asked how many rooms we have. in france, the bathrooms aren't considered a room. so when one kid said he has more than 10 rooms in his house, he probably didn't mean including the 4 bathrooms. 

that's how you know you're from a different world. When you have 1 and a half bathrooms, and three bedrooms, and only a living room, not a salle de sèjour, a living, and 60 million sofas to go with them.

[flickr]

everything happens for a reason.

so

[ffffound.]