I have absolutely no idea where I am going. I think maybe people write because that is really the only way to immortalize their words, to make them more valid somehow. We speak so, so much in a day. Everyone talks, but no one listens. Shoes, make-up, hookups, breakups. Eleanor Roosevelt once said, "Small Minds discuss people, Average Minds discuss events, Great minds discuss ideas." Well, the world must be full of small, small minds. At least my world is. I live in a small town, close to the border. The grass is dead all the time, I have no idea why. After it rains though, it gets a deep green that I like. Only the rain can make it that way. It looks very beautiful the way the world turns green all of a sudden. Like a carpet, have you ever felt a carpet? Millions of fibers running along your skin, good feeling. The sky in my town is probably the most beautiful sky in the world. When I feel overwhelmed by the smallness of the people around me I have only to look up at the sky. It doesn't care about my troubles, the clouds will keep being beautiful as they are, floating in peace through the ocean above. The sunsets are breathtaking, in my glistening pupils, if you look closely, you can see the sky reflected! I like seeing reflections in people's eyes. They look as if their thoughts belong to something above, not really theirs and way more significant than what they are really thinking. Oh, sunsets. I like those especially in people's eyes. They are like drinking water after a long thirst, like your teeth breaking into a peeled mandarin, like taking your shoes off after a long day. When you look at the sunsets in my town you feel such a relief, one only has to let go a puff of air they were holding and then continue living. I do that a lot. The sky gives me hope, it reminds me how small I am, and therefore how little I have to worry. I think that power is forgotten by many. They are all discussing little things and troubles. They don't know how insignificant their worries are, maybe because they hold them close in their view. This is kind of like when you hold a quarter to your eye, and it can blot out the moon. These people around me walk hunched around holding their problems like quarters to their eyes. Maybe that is why they complain so much, oh they do complain. They even complain about how much they complain. These tiny problems put them in a bad mood. I guess I'd be grumpy too if I had quarters in my eyes. Maybe I should do that too. It's just that sometimes I look above so much that I get lost in the vastness. The beauty fills me and I forget how to come back down. That may be the reason to why I'm so alone. I like to think that I am not lonely, just alone, but that is a huge lie.