doesn't make sense

I'm thinking about you and it doesn't make sense. You don't make sense. I'm watching the Olympics all day, every day, and they don't make sense. The most confusing part is the gymnast mens' shoulders. Around and around...Are they elastic? Are they human? I'm watching the news, I'm watching the death. Death in Syria and war over things that don't make sense. Death doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense but it still happens. A soldier who goes to war for a noble cause, only to die, that doesn't make sense. When bad things happen to good people, that doesn't make sense. Which is why you can't trust karma. Because the results aren't accurate, they aren't reliable, they aren't solid. Karma doesn't make sense. Men who kill people, they go to jail. Jail, where they can be alone, where they are fed three meals a day without earning money. They can write, they work out. And they've killed someone, and there is someone out there who has lived a perfectly good life and is digging through dumpsters for food. That doesn't make sense. The world, it doesn't make sense. They tell us what is enjoyable, what is valuable. Sex=good. Food=Bad. Diamonds=$. Souls=okay to waste. That doesn't make sense. What makes diamonds valuable? The people that buy them? The price they sell for? That they are hard to find? Are they any more beautiful than flowers, dragonflies. That doesn't make sense. Is a good man valuable? Maybe to me, not to the world. Is a good man honest? Maybe to me, not to the world. That doesn't make sense. To value riches over morals, that doesn't make sense. Low self-esteem, doesn't make sense. Comparing yourself to others when we were all created different, doesn't make sense. If God created us all different, isn't it almost an insult to him to try and all be the same? The world wasn't made to be monochromatic. That makes sense. Color, that makes sense. Feelings, they don't always make sense, but having them, that makes sense. Evolution, that doesn't make sense. The dinosaurs, they don't make sense. Did God just put the bones on the earth for human discovery? For the imagination. That makes sense. My thoughts, usually don't make sense. My dreams, never make sense. My writing, will always make the least sense.

{today is really summer}

{realizing you have less than half the summer}
{remembering goals that seemed plausible last night}
{eating sugar like there is no tomorrow. even though there is.}
{planning and planning}
{dreaming of beaches}
{getting tan-well, for you}
{noticing that your only friend is a bird}
{not caring about that ^^^}
{wishing for kisses. Hersheys...}
{forgetting how to blow-dry your hair}
{falling asleep on the trampoline}
{thinking you need a job}
{but remembering how good lazy feels}
{falling in love...again}
{hot grape nuts}
{zipline rides with glow sticks}
{being amused}
{doing ab workouts and failing}
{reading over 15 books already}
{going over the limit of books at the library}
{blogging, blogging, blogging}

Inspiration

"If I don't seem to need help, it is because I have a better friend, even than father, to comfort and sustain me. My child, the troubles and temptations of your life are beginning, and may be many; but you can overcome and outlive them all if you learn to feel the strength and tenderness of your Heavenly Father as you do that of your earthly one. The more you love and trust Him, the nearer you will feel to Him, and the less you will depend on human power and wisdom. His love and care never tire or change, can never be taken from you, but may become the source of life-long peace, happiness, and strength. Believe this heartily, and go to God with all your little cares, and hopes, and sins, and sorrows, as freely and confidingly as you come to your mother."
                                                                                                                        --Little Women

Normal-People

It is on rare occasion that I have nothing to say.
Recently, the occasions have become less rare and more of a recurring event.
I'm not sure why--I'm not sure how it happened, but it seems to be suiting me well.
Mountains will feed you.
I'm sure of it.
My imagination is reeling me in slowly and gushing in new thoughts for me to process,
filling my normally organized and particular mind with extraordinary ideas and pictures.
And somehow, I don't feel the need to share them.
My dreams are becoming mine; I'm selfish to keep them in and I love it.
Slowly I forgot about drama and people, not caring what they think.
I've begun to watch.
Watch their eyes, watch their unusual habits.
Try to determine the meaning of emotions.
Maybe it is my recent isolation that makes people's uniqueness captivating,
but maybe it's just that I haven't noticed it quite that way before.