I am on a plane from Austin, Texas to LAX. I was in Texas for a little over four days. I spent the first three days in San Antonio and then a little over one day in Austin. I love to see the places and the people that this earth has to offer. We are minuscule dots on an infinite canvas, but these dots sure can be beautiful. There are smiles and dreams and insecurities tucked into every inch of this world, which can sometimes feel too big for such small creatures. I would love to experience it all, every dot, before my body is left to rot beneath the dirt with just a tombstone to remind you that I existed.
There is so much art to be discovered on this tiny planet that we live upon. Rivers that flow beneath a city street and skyscrapers that inch us closer to the stars. People with smiles that cover up scars. Dreams strummed onto a guitar in an empty Austin bar. Tattoos on building walls that cry out for systematic change. There is beauty and there is pain in the cracked streets that guide us from city to city.
I watched the sun set behind the trees. I wonder who else saw it too. I sat on a bench and watched the river flow gently with the wind. On the dirt path between the river and me were runners. I had my headphones in and so did they. I wonder if any of us were listening to the same song.
We are just dots on an infinite canvas that expands the entirety of this boundless universe, but a painting is nothing more than a collection of dots telling a single story. I wonder what story we will tell.
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Last Night, Somebody Broke Into My Car
Small Town, Big Stars
Austin to LAX
Success Is Infinite
I Am Impatient As Fuck
Something About Existence
Completely, Fully, Undeniably Human
Uber Ride Gone Wrong
The Girl of My Dreams
Dear Beautiful Starbucks Lady
Talking to Strangers
It Gets Better