Little Blue BirdThere's a little blue bird trapped in our warehouse. It's way up high, flying from skylight to skylight trying to escape this enormous artificial cavern.
It just tweets and tweets, occasionally slamming itself into the glass. I guess it keeps thinking, "Now? Maybe now? How about now? No? Now?" All I can do is leave the bay door open, in hope it realizes it can't go out the way it keeps trying.
The sun can fool; give false hopes. Like waking up to the illumination of your room and thinking, "This day is gonna suck," but it actually turns out to be amazing.
A RunAs I was running, I thought, "It would be cool to live long enough to see Halley's Comet come back to our side of the Solar System. Oh, so no other achievements are important like writing a book or getting a PhD; getting married and having children and watching them achieve their own achievements? None of that?" Then I thought, "I've thought these thoughts before." If I did live to see it though, I would be 73 since it will appear around my birthday of that year. And then I thought, "Who wants to live to be that old?"
A lot of things run through the mind while you run. Just wished I ran as fast and as far as my mind does.
Just Another DaySo I tend to occasionally see small to medium puffs of smoke come out from the building right next to where I work and it always has me thinking, "the hell is that, really?"
I check online and it turns out it's a crematorium. "Damn" is all I thought and then got me going on this tangent about funeral preparations and whatnot, but then it was all forgotten when thought I felt a drop of rain. And then it all came back now as I see a smoke plume that used to be a person gently rising into the sky.
Isn't life strange?