thoughts on life
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth-
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like ingredients of a witches' broth-
A snow-drop spider, a flower like froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought that kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but darkness of design to appall?-
If design govern in a thing so small.
-"Design" by Robert Frost
This poem sums up my thoughts in recent days: why are there pains and sufferings in the world? It just doesn't seem fair to me.
I've realized that the people who are older than I actually know what they're talking about, which was the most enlightening moment of my life. My grandmother might be able to talk your ear off, but it's definitely worth listening to, because she is passing on everything she believes to me.
Boys. Boys boys boys. I need me one of those. We're working on it.
Life in general is going pretty well for me, I'm liking school, I'm having a good time. My heart just isn't in much right now, for many reasons, most of which won't be spoken of here. I need to write something other than poetry, my creative writing class is driving me crazy.
Well, I think that is all for now. This was my least coherent blog entry of all time.
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