i can love you like that. i would make you my world. move heaven and earth if you were my girl.

i was reading a book on some green grass. no ear/headphones, just me, the book, and mother nature. i feel healthy when this is done. when it's nice outside and you're sitting in a park or whatever, things make so much more sense. the hardest things seem bearable, grizzly bearable even. my thoughts seem to fit together in a more pleasing sequence. there is a desire to change. many a times my thoughts are scattered. EXAMPLE: i will think something like, "man, i need/want to change/be better," and then about two minutes later i will find myself thinking, "i wonder why All 4 One was never able to re-create the magic that was 'I Swear,' well i guess they came close with 'I can love you like that,' and i guess it makes perfect sense after seeing the music video and seeing that they look nothing like they sound," and then i will stop myself and think, "how did i get to thinking about this nonsense?" i will then re-trace my thoughts to the better part: nonsense, i can love you like that, i swear, all 4 one, sting, rod stewart, bryan adams, one for all, all for one, 3 musketeers, literary works, i need/want to change/be better. by this point i just want to listen to "I Swear." funny how that works. there was an ant crawling on me. i usually just flick them off right away, but i let this one snoop around my shirt for a little bit. it made me wonder how many other ants had crawled all over me without me knowing it. i thought about if me and the ant switched sizes, or maybe i stayed the same size so i could keep my brain the way it is (10 million brain cells strong), and the ant became the size proportionally to the the size that i am to it now, but the ant's brain would stay the same size (about 250,000 brain cells). if this were the case, i'm almost positive that i would waste only a little time before hopping on the ant and walking all over. i would train it, i would feed it, i would have it pick up heavy objects instead of just cookie crumbs and dirt. i would never let 40,000 ants become larger than myself, because they would then collectively have the same amount of brain cells, if not more, as me, and who knows what kind of damage they could do? i don't want to find out. nonsense.