Philosophy.

A cup.

It’s strange that what makes it really useful as a cup is not the cup itself or the material it is made of but the empty space within it.

You are what you are
and what you are not.

I'm sick of all those revision.

I want to indulge in music.
In lyrics.
In literature.
In scenery.
In the unfamiliar crowd.

I want to feel the words.
The air.
The heart.

I Wish Upon a Star on Monday, November 29, 2010