infinity what?

This world is so crazy. We are just made up of nothing but numbers. I keep associating my life with numbers..
How 500 east and 1400 south through 3400 south have changed my life.. you will never be able to realize.
It makes me want to vomit when I turn my life inside out through numbers, and dates, and symbols, and time.
Time has made me feel like a fool. Why do you make me look at you at 11:26.. both times each day and night? Why do I look at 11:11 at least once a day? (figuratively speaking).

This world is full of unanswered questions. I'm unlocking these itty bitty pieces of it. And it scares me. But its exhilerating at the same time. But why? Ha its like I'm so excited for this all to be over.
If you don't quite follow me.. please look up anything that has to do with 'golden ratio' and/or '2012'. If you know nothing of either, do not fret. Just learn.
Listen, I'm horrible with numbers. Never was too smart with math.. but this is simple. It makes me crumble in ways I've never thought I could. But its beautiful.
This earth is such a crazy, self absorbed piece of something bigger than we'll ever know.
We are part of something more.
Enough about that though.. but I was realizing just how much the golden ratio has to do with our world and how it related to my life this morning. Haha.


Once again I was outside sitting on the driveway waiting for the sun to come up.. (of course.. ha I can never sleep. But I love that.) Anyways, I was outside and like I said, I was sitting there and I looked down for a split second.. and BAM! Haha I saw all of these ants.. and my ass was smack dab in the middle of them.

Needless to say.. I flipped out like a 6 year old and I think I even kicked my legs for a solid minute.
Haha I still don't know what good that did.. but ehh :)

Anyways I wrote this for the little guys:

Mountains of me.
Trembling you crumble as the movement of polyester leaves you sticky in anticipation,
Heading towards that grumbling movement.
Light. Rhythmic breathing.. warmth. Oh, warmth.
Don't care about nothin' but that sound of breathing.. and dark tumbles of '"fake silk" drags you along in a pattern that keeps you shaking in false hope.

But suddenly you are shifted..
Left alone. Made of broken body and soul.
You pick yourself up to go along with the crowd again.
Never sticking out.
You belong along that sweet warmth of me. Of me.
Little ant crawl along.

Shameless
Go back to your disease. Your love. Your ache.
Of shelter. Of necessity. Of instinct.
Goodbye little ants I have stumbled upon.
Sorry if I killed one of your friends :D