Common Dynamites

In the span of a lifetime, there are exactly 525,600 moments to woo or waste with each year that passes. The wasting doesn't matter much, for it is the wooing that embeds itself into the memory fo the mind's eye.

I've learned, that as far as being a citizen of the world is concerned, those who are strong do not surpass those who seem to be weak-kneed. External strength, i've come to realize, is a facade of those who are actually fragile - in every sense of detriment there is. For one is not strong, unless she admits to her inner weaknesess...

I have questions which for now shall remain unanswered. But as of today, my life is ruled by the heartbreaking bass... The thump-thumps of the drum push me to my interior passions that have been dying to come out. The sun in my eyes, the wind on my face, and the surf at my feet lap up everything that is me - I am of the world and the world is of me.

The music of the cosmos reverberates my entirety... I implode by the light of the laser tazers that snap at me through wonderland's looking glass. True that the words of a fool like myself may mean enigmatic nothings to all else, but to me they encompass it all - every idea, every dream, every concept, every me.

I am John Lennon's Fool on the Hill, yes, the eyes on my head see the world spinning round. But this fool yearns more than just to see... she yearns to feel... to experience all that's there to be in this life. Hence, the drastic rundown of the 525 600 minutes that comprise my every year. Moments trashed, moments used, all of it... all worth it.

I cannot quit... because i am not quite. I am here, and there is nothing the befallen can do to stop me. So sue me and bite me... Kick my ass if you will. I shall stand and raise myself up - to shout nonsensical philosophies for the world in yet another day.