i thought wrong
I was lying on my back. I thought I was seeing stars but I was seeing satellites.
I was lying in a bed. I thought I was feeling love but I was feeling the early stages of pretending.
I tried to open a door. I thought I was supposed to push but I had to pull.
I was lying in a bed. I thought I was feeling hate but I was feeling the end stages of love.
I was on a fire escape. I thought I wanted to fly but I knew that I knew I’d just fall.
I was on the beach. I thought I felt a shell but it was broken glass (my foot bled).
I was on the couch. I thought that love was a good thing but sometimes it’s dangerous.
I was on the floor. I thought that danger was a bad thing but sometimes it’s good.
I was at The Roxy. I thought I was seeing stars but it was just dust flying around in the projector’s light beam.
I woke up. I thought that I was hungry until I opened the fridge.
I touched his nose and said “boop”. I thought his heart was cold, but it’s a burnt pizza that just came out of the oven. It’s trying to cool down.
I burnt my hand.
I love pizza.
I was waiting for the train. I thought I would be on time but I’m running late.
I was on the train. I thought I was empty but I was overflowing.
It is easy to mistake a glass filled to the brim with water for an empty glass; they look exactly the same because glass and water and air are all clear.
Seeing the glass half full as the glass half empty is a matter of perspective, a matter of how the brain observes things, describes things; seeing a glass filled to the brim as an empty glass is a mistake. A genuine mistake.
This mistake has consequences for the parched man who passes up a full glass of water because he thought it was empty.
I got an email. I thought about how in retrospect everything is clearer.
I started to reflect. It thought about the disconnect between feelings and events.
I pondered retrospect. I thought that distance means clarity but realized that is a false dichotomy.
Sometimes it makes a difference, the difference between what we thought and what was, but sometimes it doesn’t I guess, sometimes it’s enough that we thought the thing in the first place I guess (I thought there was always a lesson to be learned but I thought wrong).
It started to rain.
I love when it rains.
I’ve made it home. I thought I wasn’t hungry but my stomach growled.
Maybe it was because I wrote about pizza.
I went to order pizza. I thought I wanted pizza but I couldn’t decide between Margherita and pepperoni so I gave up.
I was lying on my bed. I thought I was making a metaphor but I’m actually hungry.
I’m getting some food. I thought I didn’t actually want pizza, that I only thought I wanted pizza because I was writing about pizza, but as I was trying to decide what to eat I kept going back to pizza.
I’m going to order some pizza. I hope it doesn’t come burnt. Though if I had to choose, I would rather my pizza be a little too crispy than undercooked.