A penny for your thoughts?

i think you've missed the point,
and i think i love you for it.


it's interesting that i manage to generate the most free time when i have something i should be doing.
should? should i be doing anything? is there anything i should do?
words. they come with strings attached. meanings. but everything would remain without them
everything would still exist. beauty, hate, guilt, pleasure.
the room i'm in is messy. but what is mess? it's things.
it's my things. it's my clothes, my apple, my keyboard, my sisters laptop, my mums slippers and my dads glasses.
but what are they really if they're not a part of me? a part of you?
everything and everyone is interchangable, however everyone's unique.
a paradox. i sometimes wonder if i myself am a paradox. but if everything is a contradiction how does anything ever get done?
'less haste, more speed.' they say his life was all a lie. but he was alive and how could that be untrue?
how could anything be untrue? even the lies people tell us give us some understanding of who that person is.
people keep things from us, it's not a lie, but it's not the truth. it's uncertainty.
and what is uncertainty if not bravery?

i know what you're thinking, and i'm thinking it too. my train of thought has taken a detour and ended up in the clouds.
but that's okay. because im not wrong. no ones wrong, and no ones right. or am i, and are they?