why you need more friends

you know, for every new person you meet you can learn something about the world and yourself. it doesn't really matter who inspires you, with an open mind and bright eyes maybe you can learn and grow just a bit. no matter who helps you get there. firm and deep. lick it, feel it, never regret anything that made you laugh, don't lose it. 'cause in the end it's the feeling behind an experience that counts. the feeling you get of how many raindrops hits you're bedroom window and makes up a rainy day. if people where raindrops, we'd be too random and dissolved. we have cores, we can't really dissolve in that sense. we're deeper than any rain-pit. and if you can find just one core, that's you're lesson.

just lying around

sometimes you might feel somewhat like a glove or something, anything, else one can throw around, and then you'll just be lying there.

you're just lying around wondering when you'll be able to pick yourself back up. and god only knows you do not want to wait around for someone to find you and just give you a hand. after all you're a glove, you're sick of hands. and that's the whole point, isn't it? you're supposed to pick up the pieces and start all over again.

so let's say you'll lie there for a day, perhaps even for a few, but eventually (after you discover no-one really has bothered to even open the door to where you are lying) you'll gather your glove-y self and not get thrown back down for a while.

but while you're just lying around anyway; you're trying to learn something although the time when you'll be able to get up seems distant. there's supposed to be distance, without it a glove's life would simply be about getting thrown and picked up again. repetition's annoying. some day I'll throw one, or maybe not..