Monday, February 27, 2012
The Relative Phenomena
I would do my taxes. Fill out insurance forms.
Count grains of rice in a bag.
Whatever made time pass the slowest with you.
I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.