I love looking up at night, I love seeing air traffic.
Planes and jets way up in the sky, blinking lights that travel the distance to my eyeballs.
Red, white,,
Way the fuck up there.
Little lights on sky vehicles..
It reminds me how far we’ve come.
Solicits a feeling of capability.
How amazing is that?
Killing the planet? Sure,
But look, look at them.
Those are people taking the shortcut, fuck all these people on the ground..
Awe inspiring..
Money did that.
Good intentions didn’t do that.
Love and peace didn’t do that.
Money.
Money is the only reason we’ve come this far.
Not God, not suicide bombers, not settlements in holy lands.
Money.
A monkey’s desire for more…
Not a dude bitching to his diary.
Not a kid trying to shoot a president,
Not a lying ass media.
Not a “like-hungry” internet fucker.
Not a performer, telling you how you should be,,
Money.,,
I am not that.
I’m not on the same page,
Typing helps me more than you could know, but it’s not,,,,it’s not that.
I often feel like there is no progress within, like I’ve made zero improvement,,, but it’s not true.
Not ultimately.
Worrying about “what’s next” is a natural phenomenon, you can do it without kids, you can do it without any skin in the game.
And it’s useful, until it isn’t.
Still…..
Airplanes.
We made sky travel.
Air Traffic.
Pretty impressive…
Shut your fucking face!!
It’s impressive..
Monkey ain’t all bad.
dawn 