hard_pencil_to_yielding_paper this should be rillian every once in a while, perhaps the first time i smile upon waking, i am always reminded of beauty. when i make certain mentions of mistakes, errors, sins, and travels into areas where light is fading, it is as if an obstacle is in the way, a rock even. i try to move it. but i'm totally fucked. strength is something i can't even buy when money is short. that's how it is sometimes because life is never certain, never something you can ever take for granted. when people say it's short, ("life is short,") they mean they stand back, holding a banner proclaiming the same sentiments, and no matter where they are it's as if they are shouting, "i'm so alive," even if they are just standing next to you, even if they are at a distance. they want to be far from you but they are near and they realize this is their moment and your moment . their time and your time. life is short. maybe it means little, in comparison to how big eternity is. short in relation to how tall all of life is. as if life is some giant we stand on the shoulders of. 031231 what's it to you? who go blather from