hi

I wrote this a while ago.  It used to be a lot longer.  At first I had written this whole thing about how i am scared of commitment.  About how I am constantly running away from women, and responsibilities.  I figured out I am afraid of stagnation.  But when I was typing it out it just sounded like I was bitching and you don’t need to hear all of that.  So I trimmed all the fat and left a little bit.  More existentialism for you.  I promise I will write a story or some shit soon.

I felt the moon pulling me in, just like the moon pulls the tide.  It awakened my soul just like it awakens inclement weather.  The moons energy pulled me in simultaneously as I drove south towards it, towards Los Angeles.  The light of it reflected off the crinkled up ocean and gleamed up at me in ribbons.  It all created an a imaginary phone call to me, asking me to write something for heavens sake.  So I used the opportunity to exercise my creativity or recollection if you will.  Considering I had all of these words in my head already, I just had to find them.

Why do humans run when there is no danger?  Science must be set aside when talking about love and fear and life.  Philosophical questions deserve philosophical answers.  In Philosophy there are no wrong answers and I seem to always have no answers.  Only questions.  Something that helps and hurts my perception simultaneously is our perpetual insignificance.  We are but a grain of sand on universe beach.  Smaller than that actually.  Yet when I look inside myself I find things that I never knew were there.  My mind seems to have an endless supply of creativity and imagination.  The problem is translating that to words or paper.  The universe and your soul are congruent facilities.  There are answers inside everybody.  I haven’t found any answers yet.

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