'i want your clarity to be my clarity.'
today Truth is an art form for me.
i want to read studies and interpretations of truth. i want to expose truth in all it's forms. i want to establish that a truth does not come out of nowhere, it used to be a lie or a secret or an opinion or a theory. i want it to be clear that truth is more apparent when contrasted with things that are not necessarily true. i want to extract the black and white from the million grays.
i'm sorry i rambled on so much in your yearbook. you're probably kind of freaked out. i just had alot in my head, and it happened to be written out on paper directed at you. i recognize that you aren't really the poetic type.
little truths
- rebecca
- i cannot stand being too cold in the summer or too warm in the winter, or vice versa, really. i dislike any extreme temperature when i'm trying to be productive. i need to wear socks when it's less than 20 degrees out. i hate having to wear gloves inside when i'm typing. i abhore cars with too much or too little air conditioning. i sometimes feel like life is just one long attempt to avoid cliches. i have no respect for teenagers who are pretentious 'musicians', 'photographers', 'christians' or scenesters. and i love breakfast food... just, not for breakfast. ever. i don't like floating around in the air, i like being grounded, and people who can make me feel grounded.
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