sometimes it's difficult to notice

I went to the top of the North parking deck this morning because I needed to scout for a landscape drawing, and also because I was obscenely early to class. However, I ended up just staring. The sun was covered by blue clouds and cast pink rays. The clouds behind me were dark and soft. It started to rain, gently. A person carried a red and white striped umbrella. A girl in her car let two other cars on the road - she didn't have to, but she did. I watched rain drops fall to the ground far below me, and they swayed and skipped their ways down. I turned around to make sure no one could see me, and then I grinned. Sometimes, it's just good to be alive.
Thank you, Lord, for this day. It's amazing.

cookie-cutter

The 'oneness' felt at football games is only valued because there is a lack of oneness elsewhere.

Wearing the exact same clothes as another is an attempt to connect with someone, anyone.

If so many people here look so alike, it's only because they share the same desperate desire to be loved.

I shouldn't be angry at them. I should be angry with myself for denying them that love.