Inescapable, are our minds wishing to carry on thinking that one of these days will be the best day of our lives. Or, maybe, like minds sailing ships and building things; places to live. Like Bedford Falls... Or not. Most likely not.
Probably the woods, alone, sleeping the day into a night, and not even blinking.
But, instead, rolling over and wishing that there was more time for it. More time? Or, the right time? Shit, if anything willed it, anytime...
"Say brainless, don't you know where coconuts come from?" In the background whilst I pen my mind away hoping that it is like someone else's. Certain, assured, not jealous, only caring, and definitely, endlessly, or, seemingly only to me, stand-offish. Aloof, sums it up evenly. Truthfully, there aren't enough words or the words aren't good enough to say
what I need to convince you to change your mind. Which is good, seeing as I am...No wait... You are right, and even if I had the words, I respect you too much to actually attempt coercion.
I'll learn to accept what I deserve, because, in catering to my narcissism, I deserve much more. Consequences are all we have... Or, is it choices? Ask god, not me.
These guys up in Maine grow these ginormous pumpkins every year. Then they hollow them out and make boats outta them. They race and shoot minature cannons at each other...and stuff.
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