I must be clay for idle hands.
Watching paint dry,
watching grass grow.
And smelling promising fragrances as
everyone I know moves on.
I’m seemingly the only one
content with daydreams
and illusions of grandeur.
With no motivation to fulfill them.
I think about you moaning a lot.
If your bag of tricks begins and ends with the intricate machinations of withholding or having sexual relations then bitch you need to be extinct.
Reading the Wikipedia entries on the back story of the plot of The Matrix Trilogy and the significance of all of the details and characters makes me really disappointed that the latter two films in the series were plagued with unpolished CGI and (partially) bad acting. I think the whole series needs a reboot… It’s been longer than the gap between Spiderman 3 and The Amazing Spiderman…
I’m finding that it’s not about the big things.
The devil is in the details.
A little wrong the whole time turns into a big mess.
Never an expanse of time wasted.
Lavish excess, no matter how tasteful.
It’s about soaking up all of the small, minute blessings.
Raking leaves. Working on hands.
THOSE are things to live for.