Depression and My Little Ponies

action

and

inaction.

I don't really know it.

I don't actually feel it.

But how would I know?

that's when spirals come forth

like spirals tend to

eruptions from the heart

front and center.

everything is thick,

thick outlines surround

and create essentials

always selected

and with care.

I've dealt with thickness,

but now it's in color.

Like colors do,

overwhelmingly.

The shapes just make

their souls pop.

Like

a fizz that ruptures

upon onslaught

on overlap

on tragic tragic intersection.

action.

and.

inaction.

I think I'll look somewhere else.

and... think.

quietness of memory

There are some things that arise

more frequently than others.

at least there is structure

to our universe.

it is these patterns

that allow

by probability

structures to form.

structures form

because

some things persist

because

they never experience

the things that would destroy them.

yet existence is not meaning.

structures advance

because

while they are not destroyed,

they may change

into either:

something that will be destroyed less

or

something that will be destroyed more.

we can only know which

when it happens.

and by what?

who knows.

we only know existence

as memory

assumes too much.