spilling out random thoughts...

...like knocking over a jar of skittles my thoughts are a rainbow of flavors all simliar but somehow different. They spill out across the dirty floor among the lint, dust and pieces of dog food knocked from the dish by past visitors.

I find myself questioning not just life, love and liberty but beyond that as well. It's difficult to digest so many fat burgers at one time, yet my veins still remain poly saturated with images and curiosity.

Why do people never trust their intuition is one that I still can't place. We often say "I knew this or that when this or that happened, yet I still did this or that anyways" and if we had just listened and trusted ourselves we would not ever be in those situations longer than needed.

Why is trust such a hard thing for humans? Trusting others, yourself, your loveer... it's hard to see through the fog we've managed to create with our greed and fear. If we all had a knife that could cut that pie forever what would happen? What if we could all see as they see?

I'm not sure either... but what if.

Posted by Justin