High hopes

The grass was greener, the light was brighter, with friends surrounded, the nights of wonder.

-Floyd

And in our moment of sadness, we don't expect anyone to understand. Or is it that we don't want them to? My happiness is analogous to the sun and my life as an orbit around it, the warmth of the sun seems so far away at the moment while I am at the edge of my orbit i.e. the fringe of our familiar galaxy. I can't help but question, will I be pulled back towards the sun once more? Or will I fall into the infinite black of space? I feel with the greater part of me, that I don't want to have an orbit. I don't want to be stuck in a mental loop. I wanted this, about just as much as I wanted that warmth of the sun. I want to see the full spectrum of all that life has to offer and appreciate that all the colors are equally beautiful in complexity. But as a human, I can admit that every eye opening wave of energy from each color is overwhelming. But that does not mean that it cannot be appreciated. Don't listen to that person that says its unbearable, he could not see what I see now.

Sometimes I feel if I had an eternity to live, I would spend large amounts of time in one spot, so I can fully appreciate all of the intrinsic anomalies it has to offer.

Here is a cool picture for the hell of it.^