There is a keyboard in front of me.
I am wearing a hat.
The person next to me is wearing a hat.
It would be more correct to say that we both simultaneously are wielding head apparatus upon our heads.
Yes. That would be much more correct to say.
I have fingers.
You have fingers.
You may not have fingers, but I most certainly do have fingers.
I also have hands.
My hands are handy.
There is air and oxygen around me.
I am breathing.
Breathing I am and within my breathing is the ability to inhale oxygen to help my body stay alive.
I am alive.
You are alive.
We are all alive.
There is a sky outside.
There are also clouds and wind.
Sometimes there are trees and sometimes there are no trees.
It depends on how many trees are in an area.
If there are no trees in an area, then there are no trees. If there is more than a single tree in an area, then there are trees in an area.
Legs are useful.
They help with locomotion.
Locomotion is useful as it allows us to get from one place to another.
Sometimes legs are not enough. When legs are not enough, it is advisable to use a vehicle that is able to help you get around at a faster speed, whether that be a car or a horse.
A nose is a useful tool for inhaling air, as well as sensing smell that can either be pleasant, or unpleasant.
Sometimes a thing that is not can be, but that can be will always be and that which is not will not always be, therefore not being something that is and instead being something that is not.
A flower will rise from the earth in some form or another.
A smile will awaken eyes and bring about a little bit more innocence and joy into the world if it is found in the context required for such joy and innocence.
The world is a far larger place than we think, and we are so tiny in comparison to many things in our universe.
I’ve heard that space is the place.
I don’t know why it is the place, but that is what I’ve heard.
Sometimes when a rhythm is heard, it is also felt if it’s loud and powerful enough for it to felt.
Sometimes a rhythm is more felt than it is heard, and sometimes it is more heard than it is felt.
It is a most tenuous of balances, and verily so.
The clouds are passing over, casting a shadow that floats and glides far faster than we can when we are moving at a walking pace.
They cast patterns upon the earth that shift, yet all we see them as is passing shadows on a day where a breeze may not be noticeable, for we are seldom above the clouds, in a position where we can watch their graceful creation upon land.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:45:79
Sometimes I write some stuff.
Sometimes it is better and sometimes it is worse than some arbitrary average.
Written at work.