It rained again. probably for the last time.
To be deprived of the privilege to think too much can feel so nice.
To live in the moment, they always say you should.
To sing on the street in pouring rain accompanied by sunshine.
To sing a song, when the words have no meaning.
and it can all look so beautiful.
The sun hides briefly behind a small white cloud, illuminating its outline.
To not try to look through the chaos makes it seem more than transparent.
To not try to search in it for meaning, symmetry, or conclusions.
When everything can either be totally fucking awesome, or worth nothing at all.
and everything is totally fucking awesome.
To live in the moment, lasts only for a moment.
Only an intermission
and all of it that’s captured by memory is meaningless.