An Orange Cloud

  I feel like I need to Know a lot about you.   You’re like a box of mysteries. Waiting to be opened by me.   The way you talk The way you walk The way you look The way you move Everything about you Makes me intrigued.   You hide a lot, You need to speak aloud, You need to have your voices heard, You need to fly, you little bird, If you want people to understand you. And if you want to be understood.   Every time I talk with you, I feel like I’m talk to a different person each time.   You keep changing and changing, You don’t want people to know you for real.   You think the world would leave you If they knew the real you.   But I promise I’m never gonna take a step away from you Because I would be too busy embracing you, the real you.   You’re like a mysterious fairy flying in the woods You’re the kind of mystery I’d love to explore.   All I need is the key And find...

I want to sing till I can’t breathe All because I want you to notice me.   Oh, I can’t sing, Yet I find all the lyrics To sing the right thing. Everything is rhyming.   I can’t sing, But I wish I did. So I can turn All awkward lines into songs.   I can’t sing, And you can. I’ll write all my love, And you’ll sing it out loud.   I can’t sing, Do you even know I love you? Do you ever think about me, While you’re singing in the crowd?   I can’t sing, To you I’m just a poet. But I’m a girl, Confessing though your songs.   To you.   I can’t sing, But I can learn, If it’s the only way You’ll listen.   I wrote many songs, Yet you choose the one, That stabs my heart In the right place,   A song about Loving Someone Else.   Do you know? Or do you not?   How much I love The way you are.   How is it that When you sing Your eyes Never...

  I just spent the last hour learning about Sisyphus, a myth, and  Albert Camus , a famous French philosopher. Camus said, “One must imagine Sisyphus happy.” So what is all this, who is Sisyphus, why must we imagine him happy, why did Camus say that? (And what am I yapping)   Trail Of Thoughts - 33 Sisyphus is a Greek mythology story. The shorter version is that he was an extremely overconfident and arrogant king, basically hubristic. He cheated on death twice and the Gods got mad at him and gave him a punishment. The punishment was for him to push a boulder, a giant rock, to the top of a steep hill and just when he would reach the top, the Gods would make the boulder slide down making Sisyphus start all over again. This was to last an eternity. For AN ETERNITY, this guy should push a giant rock up a hill just for it to fall again and again and again.   So why did Albert Camus say that one must imagine Sisyphus happy? Why must one imagine a never-ending pun...