Sky Castle

Random Note: An impressions of the chaos in my head.

Today I feel
Like I imagine a leaf might
As it flutters from a tree
And each new gust of wind
Has it flutter to a new destination
With no regards as to whether
It reached the last one.
Only I don’t imagine
That leafs feel anything at all
I’d feel rather guilty if they did
After all, no one likes getting stepped on
Right?
I know I don’t
Though I’ve let people do so on occasion
Oh well

But!

Leafs
They flutter and flutter, and they change colours
I think their colours are pretty
So many of them
Green, red, yellow, brown, purple, orange
Though I don’t like brown as much
Reminds me of rot and death and too many colours mixed without regard.
Though I suppose
It’s also the colour of threes and earth and nature
And I do like that
Just a matter of perspective
Cups half full or empty
I make an effort to always have mine full.

But!

Leafs.
I feel like one.
Today I do.
Everything new that happens
Distracts me
I’m easily distracted
Have always been easily distracted
Even as a child
But then I had my mom to send me places
Tell me what to do
And yell at me if I’d forgotten
Again
And again
And again
And wandered off to something shiny
There’s a lot of shiny things in the world
I see them all
Or maybe that’s pretentious
I see a lot of them anyway
And I get distracted
Once I see the next shiny thing
The old shiny thing
Isn’t as shiny
Might be once I’ve seen the next though
But then the next is the last as well
And so it goes

But!

Leafs
I feel like a leaf today
I’m so easily distracted
I attempted to make dinner four times
All I had to do is put the dish in the oven
I’d walk to the kitchen
Thinking about how I didn’t like fish
And I do like mashed potatoes
And my comic book is still on the table
I ought to retrieve it
So I do
And then my sister asks for help
So I leaf the book on the couch
Help my sister
And forget about the book
And the dinner
And soon my sister too
As I see the book
And pick up the book
And read
And figure I ought to check my email
Pass the kitchen on the way
And thing I ought to put my dinner in the oven
Forget about the email
Walk into the kitchen
Wonder why I was in the kitchen again
And walk back
Spot my comic book
Start reading
And so on and on and on
Like a leaf
And there are gusts of wind
And every time it goes another way
And it never quite reaches the floor
Well leafs do
It’s the thing with gravity
That was invented
By Albert Einstein
Did you know?
I knew
But for a moment
I thought it might’ve been Newton
Newton did something else though
Can’t quite remember what
People made lots of inventions
Like ovens
That I’ve finally put my food in
I remembered, see?
Did you know food smells horrible when it burns?
Leafs smell good
Food smells horrible
It’s the way things are I suppose
Like leafs in the wind.