wishfulthinking
Door hinge. Squeeky. Hinge joint, like my elbow, my knee. Opens and closes something, lifts, and lowers. Associated with an entrance, exit, anatomy...
pondered... wondering of something. i had a thought but then i lost. i often wonder of worst-case-scenario situations. it doesn't matter where i am, i will wonder about any bad thing that could happen to me in that moment, in that instance, and what would follow, my funeral, my death, the heartache, the trouble. i wonder about things like that, silly stuff, that won't ever happen, but i wonder if it ever could.
Colors, words, furniture, decorations. Why choose? Why be selective? But of course this world only offers specificity, we can’t be picky, we must achieve to master everything and anything. Be specific, choose wisely. Is this what the world offers us today? No, we live in a life of options and free spirited thinking, wishful thinking. I don’t like to be specific, I am an idealist.
Colors. Thoughts. Words. Actions. Why must we be so limited? In a world that throws out opportunities, options, decisions, choices, we have the freedom to remain open minded, for wishful thinking. I don't like to be specific, or for anything to be in any particular order, I am random at best.