42

basically a stream of consciousness, mixed with a brief (and probably innacurate) summary of a conversation the other night.

the universe, is our playground

try as we might, we cannot see the edges

they tear apart, the edges of our mind

and we sink, into the abyss

sub-atomic particles, follow strict rules

they collide, interact, orbit, vibrate

we, the human race, have rules

we collide, we interact, we orbit, we vibrate

i used to think i was alone, drifting

these thoughts of mine were unique

i now have a sense of place

my thoughts are shared

“i don’t care what other people think”

is the most self-conscious statement

its important to care

but control it. use it.

once upon a time. 3 guys stayed up

they discussed the universe

life, politics, school, careers,

among other things

except sleep. no sleep