the weight,
the heaviness that I am always thinking about
pushes and pulls my sanity.
maybe that's why i'm always stuck.
it's thinking about opposites that gets me;
i can't choose (what is right/wrong).
aren't i supposed to be able to see right and wrong (as being different)?
how can we all be human?
it makes no sense.
how can humans be another type of animal
when we are all so different?
maybe each horse is different from one another,
each with a goal,
thinking about tomorrow
before thinking about today.
impossible.
there are too many categories
and divisions/multiplicity;
1*1=2,2*2=4,4*4=16...
and it grows and grows
and narrows down,
down down down
until the end
until a face
is faced,
and everything you ever knew about any grouping is made wrong
by a new story
and the purpose is (un)clear
the only thing to do is to keep busy with numbers and calculations and things to fill a space,
some space
any space.
someday the things that fill our space will send us out to fall
(and what we think to be falling is really only these things pulling us,
sending us, where we we are meant to go) because we have no other choice.
not to say that the lack of choice is a dead end,
but rather a blessing.
one cannot do everything alone,
which is why we have destiny,
the pull of the planets,
the lines in our palms,
the push of the air that
brings us to one another,
and the beauty in the
space.
