I don't know what I'm writing anymore

Down a well, we go. gliding out of the mouths of humanity. we each succumb, one by one, into the blackness where we feel the mysterious beings around us peck away at our exteriors. then we all rise and mesh into different beings. after, no one is reimbursted and we all fail.

I can't stop a sentence without erasing half of it. i feel indisiscive about how to spell that word and how i should write. i know writers get better everyday, but i don't even know if i can consider that as a propper title for myself. i know that i will reach my summit by my last days in this life, but knowing that how does anyone finish soemthing, if they know that that wasn't their best?

What We Forget As We Grow Old

how to measure our shoe sizes
how to tell the truth
how to hold a pencil
how to react to a fire
how to snap
how to listen
how to appologize
how to open our windows and doors
how to feel good
how to be in love
how to show love
how to say no
how to control our fears
how to tame ourselves
how to cope with change
how to be with people
how to be ourselves
that time hasn't stopped
that our parents love us
why we loved the house we grew up in or still growing up in
that we may not get into college
that we once had control of our lives
that there once was a time we didn't bicker with our siblings
that not everyone cares about what we're talking about
that not everone cares about us
That not everyone cares at all
The memories we once saw vividly and now hide under the blankets of others in our mind
how to measure our shoe sizes
how to catch fire flies in a jar to make a new friend

I think I've almost run out of things to say. i don't want to; i want to remember everything i think of, but i'm always too lazy to get out a sheet of paper or a post-it. But, the worst thing is it may come back to me, but i would never know it because i wouldn't be able to recognize that one thought i had however long ago. sigh*

Nonsense

While chatting with a christian, he told me that god spoke to him as a lion in his dreams and that he thought that god loved him very much, evidentally more than others.

first hearing this it sounds like the most rediculous thing i've ever heard, so i asked him how he new it was "god". he said that he answered with the question: "how do you know that a friend is in your dream? I know i can't describe every detail of them, such as how their hair was, their eye color, what they were wearing in the dream, what they said... etc... Would you be able to answer and prove it was them? same with god, i just knew it was him." No one can prove any dream, obviously, and if anyone tried to explain their dreams they seem silly. so maybe those men who wrote the bible had a dream and desided to publish it. just like the Salem Witch triles in the way that the girls framed anyone they didn't like or was an outkast in the town. in this case the men did the same with women and homosexuals. Maybe they were just dumped by a girl and maybe the girls ended up being lesbian or something. But either way, people were stupid enough to believe them, the witch accusations and the much longer ago The Bible. We know so much now. Back then we hadn't a a clue of Evolution and reliegion was the just the easy way to explain everything. we have grown intellectually in the past three centuries, some of us look so stupid. why don't we break off from this nonsense?