Thought

Sometimes you stare.

it might seem like a vast expanse of space, but
it is.
There is more empty space than matter.
Or likelier, mass is empty.
Does that mean it's not here?
Here...there's a general term.
How do you define here with reference to...nothing.
It seems pointless but that's what we do everyday.
We deal in nothings, the only thing that has intrinsic value is our thoughts.
The only constant is the knowledge that we aren't here.
The world is filled with colors.
Each makes up a small part of what we are.
Learn to see the lines they form; the curves they create.
Continuous. There is no end.
Illuminate its wonder they stretch connecting.
Beauty in it's rawest form
the fundamentals blend.
In wind in echoes,
sweet, soft melody
Beckoning for those who listen.
It's a simple thing that I know
When the snow trickles away
the earth begins to breathe.
Revitalize.
It's a mass in itself
of death and birth.
I don't want to sit here pondering those thigns
that can be fixed with a question.
But it's not as easy as it sounds.
I don't want to be the one to something everytime.
It's a feeling you get...when what's right....is unknown.
Beauty is glaring. I want to understand why
society is so entranced by the beauty factor.
Is there some mathematical formula we find appealing, such that beautiful people
are beautiful?
There has to be because if people and things are beautiful just because someone in 6000 BC
declared something appealing.
But how? How did they come believe it was beautiful?
I put my money on a mathematical
equation embeded in out subconscious.
We just haven't realized it yet.
The water rolls.
A boat interferes, sending ripples between.
But how? How can you cause such a powerful force to bend?
Eventually, it returns.
Returns to the state of equality.
The form it knows best.
Freedom.