Three things...

One

You see that tree at top of the hill? No, not the one with all the singing birds and marvelous flowers.

Two

I am running faster than you.

Three

Today.

I leave things to mood. If I feel like chocolate, I will do whatever it is in my power [insert sinister slash evil laugh here] to have it. And if I feel like holding things off, I do.

Three

I have never crossed a finish line. Si, hablamos literal running track terms.

Two

I have always marveled at things of beauty; exclamation marks and all. I rarely see things on a leveled plain field. Others shine with glamour on a pedestal while the world wafts me away.

One

I wanted to write three completely unrelated sentences. With no intention of them making any sense [writer's note: you have caught me on a very bored night]. But the more I wrote and the more I read and re-read, I began to see some form of explanation. A pattern even.

So I started jotting down my interpretations of what they could mean. And that was when I realised how much they reflected my true thoughts. In a subliminal kind of way.

How do we expect others to understand us when we do not understand ourselves. Or rather, how is it that people seem to understand us better than we understand ourselves. Why do we lie to ourselves only to see ourselves through the eyes of others? Or maybe we allow ourselves to be depicted in ways that do not reflect our true selves but over time, we come to believe that as true.

Yes, a very bored mind indeed.

Here's to the macarena.