seemless words

What is random anymore? Encounters with strangers that (truly) change your soul. A fragrance that unlocks a deeply hidden etheral childhood moment lost in time. A songs lyrics describing your exact moment in time and thought as you stare at the most inspiring person you have never met before from across the dance floor. Random is an opportunity to experience the greatest moments of your life, moments that can make others cry with joy and question their own personal beliefs.

A ceramic plate sits on the table in front of me. It is an off white color and has a depressed shallow center forming a smaller circle in the middle. There are floral patterns glazed around the edge of this inner circle. On the very edge of the plate is my chewed up gum. In the inner circle is the remains of my pineapples juices. The window in front of me casts a buttery shadow onto the plate, gum and pineapple juice. I also see a white swan resting on the edge of a sunlit snow-covered pond surrounded by flowers. She is looking away from the water, and away from me, in an absolute pose of thought and meditation. She looks sad. She looks lonely. I have created an emotion tied to this contemplating bird; I have created an emotion tied to a piece of gum on a plate.

Honeysuckles tranquilize my worried thoughts. If there are ways to transcend time and space I think honeysuckles are my vessel. I can vividly see the lush green grass I am stepping through in my one-size-too-small flip flops. The fat hawaiian bumblebee my big toe caresses doesn't like the gesture too much and, in one fluid motion, its life is over before it began. I have stolen the bees heart and poisons too so I don't feel too bad about our life changing but simple exchange. I end up not wearing flip flops for years and to this day I still don't prefer wearing them. How can a person forget a million faces but remember one anonymous bee?

What is destined? What is random? Is this all subjective or objective? Can I choose to make anything and everything that happens to me destined by fate? Is this similar to being superstitious; it only effects you if you believe in it? Is this where inspiration comes from? Where one person only finds a tree, I see a breathtaking living thing that makes me want to climb to the top of its rough arms and whiper through its leaves. I take every thing from every interaction I have with another human being. I am in love with language, in all of its many forms. I want to live in a world that constantly inspires each other kinetically through infatuation and curiousity. I am going to create this utopia one stranger, sunset, memory, song and dream at a time.

When you see me and I have that very JB, tell-tale half smile, don't expect that I am always up to no good. You are probably mistaking my random moment for something I have never even considered.

Give me a smile and I will give you the world I see and breathe. Give me your heart and I will give you the dreams my heart and soul creates. I think it is an even trade.