the earth is so young and i am so old.

how can that be?

i wasn’t planning on being this old, but the earth kept egging me on. and on. it told me “hey, you know there really is no use in planning anything.” And I said, “how can i ever get better at plan making? It’s supposed to be one of my skill sets.” but the earth just shrugged its shoulders and said, “well, you’ll just have to figure out another one. ”

And I said, “another one? how will i have time?” And the earth said, “i guess you’re going to have to make time.”

“How do you make time?,” I asked the earth. “Isn’t that supposed to your job?”

we could not really figure out where to go from there,  and haven’t even emailed each other since. but maybe one day we will run into each other and pick up where we left off.

the only reason i am writing this is because i think about the earth a lot.