we're galaxies.

my sneakers are nearly falling apart on me; i'm wondering if this is why they were free in basic.  regardless, they run my legs just fine, an ugly color to me, maybe not to you, I say they're for keeps.  taste is taste.  and opinions and intelligence are one in the same.


i'm sleepless in the middle of nowhere.  I like my nowhere.  I accomplish thinking and practice productivity; hustle and work my body til I've beat the days sin and slack out of it.  which, I have my reasons and i'll keep them to myself.  just know I love the exhaustion at the end of the day.


so I decided we limit ourselves and encase ourselves in glass walls, like we want a divider between us and our purpose, which is the equivalent of our dreams.  we draw lines and set unnecessary boundaries for fear's sake.  perhaps we feel we can't enjoy something and love something.  do something we are unknowingly the master of, because it appeals deeply to us for reasons we are clueless of.  I call it lack of friendship with self.  we wouldn't be living right though, if we did something we loved, or were happy, would we?  I guess dreams are for kids, and the birds.  supposedly, we are to struggle, covet, and admire everyone else and their work, while we have as much, if not more, quality and talent.


i'm annoyed. science and professors, authors with phDs.. they're this group of people with our same brain composition and capacity, who all somehow made agreements on things like "adequate amounts of sleep", egg yolks and high cholesterol.  All these rules, how to's, and silly statistics.  i'm not being ignorant; I love learning.  but i'll read what I want, and i'll take what I want from what I want to read.  life is all an operation of trial and error.  we are just as intelligent as the smartest being to ever exist.


I guess my point is:  i'm bothered I was told by teachers and college curriculum that I "need" 8 hours of sleep to be healthy.  I don't need 8 hours of sleep.  I only need 4.  furthermore, I am my own doctor, psychologist, teacher, philosopher... whatever other competent thing you can think.  And in conclusion?  we don't need outside sources.  the creator of the universe lives in us.  the universe is in us.  that's an incredible massive amount of greatness and intelligence.  there is nothing we cannot do.






three songs worth downloading:
Georgia, by Vance Joy
And if my heart should somehow stop, James Vincent McMorrow
Looking too closely, Fink


sleep well.