late night musings

while smoking a cigarette i decided to pull out old papers; yellow with time, folded through distances. he always used to ask what it was that i was writing; i lied and told him someday he'd know. i'd scribble down passages, wondering if any of it made sense to eyes besides mine. eventually i stopped caring and just stockpiled words and phrases. i've always enjoyed the silence, the place that the ebb and flow of waves took me; knowing that water would always take me home. i'd sit, playing with my spirograph, it seemed that time passed easier this way. i am restless. always have been. but in that silence and in those patterns i was finding my way.

did you know that the greeks thought that amber was solidified sunshine from when the sun set into the sea?