unaccountable dirigibles

As much as everyone wants the idea of an eternity, the idea of a future to exist, truly we must understand that it is just a word. Just a word that carries that much meaning with it when written and even more meaning when spoken. The fact that such a word exists means that Man acknowledges it’s existence.

The english language is so contradictory in inventing words that speak of hope but create words that destroy it.

As the future exists, so does the word ephemeral. Change is the only constant, no one can dispute the fact but the magnitude of that change is what impacts our life the most. How many of us would be here today, how many of us would be here tonight, typing this out.

The Matrix Trilogy thought another very simple fact about love. Man being best at what he does best, he puts a name to what one would describe as “an interminable contract for an emotional connection required for daily existence” and simply calls it love. Love is not an emotion but a word and it is the connection that that word implies that what we undergo everyday.

I hate talks about the future because no one truly knows what will happen but you can’t help but think about it. I would hate a relationship when you live for the present, you live for the now and the truly everyday but then, when you look forward to each day and the next, it’s not so bad is it?

I wish I could give us our hundred years of solitude when all that surrounds us passes by, all that surrounds us fades into charcoal strokes and the souls are kept in wooden boxes rotting not because I hate them but because I want us to be alone and stuck in this moment forever- where denial is naught.

We’re like floating cannonballs in space, unaccountable dirigibles with lines tied to the ground, sharpened knives in our hands ready to cut away the anchors. Are you ready for the next? ilu