So many random bubbles full of uselessness break, flooding my mind.
Surface tension destroyed, compounds forming, whole communities of minute microscopia obliterated.
Knowledge takes up space, and that space is gone, gone for greener pastures where Pi interacts with 6.022 times ten-to-the-twenty-third moles.
Some think, others know, more do, plenty don't do, but what?
All this, could be put to better use.
Like an empty pickle jar,
Is is put to greater use full or empty? One could argue that the sole purpose of having a full pickle jar is to then empty it. WHICH PROVES WHAT?
Only that I think too much.
So now that rain has passed, with all it's minor foibles and dystopia. Done wreaking havoc upon the little world of the leaves. And I wish that I could just go with that little raindrop, back into the sea, with all the other raindrops.
But I am doomed
Because that would just have me thinking about the water cycle again
