much ado about nothin'

nothin' goin' on. but everything's going on. the sun rises, and sets. the moon spins, and spins. waves crash, raindrops splash into puddles that rise back up through the sky.

somewhere there's an eruption brewing. somewhere...
right here.

oh, and i am learning. little bits about the world, and bigger bits about my world. know thine enemy, know thine self.

here's a dream i have. i am born. borne by warm red waters. lifted into loving arms, that become 8 warm and wet, that become a hammock, that becomes a glistening web. i am suspended in the wind, rocking above the world, seeing all the eight-legged creatures below. but there i am in the sky. and there they are in the sea. there they remain, as they must. there i must stay, as only can it be.
well, not really. but if i dreamed it, my dreamy it would be.

i think i know what i will never be. what i wish not to see. i think it's clear just what i'd choose for me, if only choices were choices and life not just lived.