Life never seems to stop. One day, you wake up and realize that an entire month has gone by and you can't remember the last time you had a day where nothing had to be done but sleeping, eating, and watching TV. That's how life's been for me this past semester. I have so much stuff that I'm doing day to day, week to week. I can't seem to slow done, and yet today, I took the time to stop and smell some roses. Granted, they have been cut and are sitting in a plastic icee cup that I carried around with me today, but I took the time to smell them. They are beautiful, and it's disheartening to think that the ground's keepers here just cut them and left them to dry up at the feet of the bushes that bore their beauty. I understand that winter is coming and the clipping was inevitable, but really people. Let the public know so that we have an opportunity to take in nature's beauty one last time to make up for the next three months of cold and colorlessness. I now understand why I try to keep as much color in my winter wardrobe as possible: to make up for the lack of natural colors outside. Sure, the evergreens are still green, but not many other colors exist. The sky is even a paler shade of blue, though mostly gray thanks to the blankness of clouds. Most trees are a dull brown, but with less light look duller still. The only color seems to be the yellow lines marking the lanes in the road and the endless changing from green, red, and yellow of the stoplight. It's a dreary world in winter, and so I try to liven things up with a little color of my own. Teal, coral, green, burgundy. I try my hardest, but I still need more colors. Pinks, yellows, blues, purples, all shades. Just to bring some light during the darkest months of the year. People get depressed during the winter, and I understand that when the only colors they see and where are blacks and grays and browns. Color people Color! Add some spice to life. I know, I'm rambling. I just needed to write about nothing and everything. Just to go let the thoughts flow from head to fingers without really thinking. Maybe something cohesive will appear at some point. Right now though, it's just words strung into sentences thrown in a jumbled paragraph of finite thoughts. Some would consider my insane. Borderline. I think it's the natural unwinding of a mind. A way to comprehension. I think it's a way to eventually come to a truth, and when that truth is reached, a sigh of relief and the end of the paragraph and jumbled thinking. I however, will not reach a truth for a long time. I will keep on this rambling across many days and months and years, perhaps one day reaching a truth. But for now, I'll stick to the rambling.
