Montag, November 22

doodles on starbucks napkins.

roadsign tragedy.

roadsigns redirecting traffic as they pull out and away in front of others
impatient and tunnel visioned as they drive, missing the view
and i'm stuck with my thumb out trying to hitch a ride in this fast moving river of bodies all with their own vision to get somewhere and reach that destination
searching for success, searching for validation
and being sucked into that dangerous flow, i've passed up the opportunity to witness the beauty that surrounds me now
and i know that with this attitude we will never learn to rest and appreciate.
we will never arrive, we will always be dissatisfied.

it looks better on the napkin.