accomodate accomodate

i am scared of people forgetting i am scared of people leaving i am terrified of people

i do not know what will happen tomorrow, next week or in any period of time between now and when i die.
this is not what bothers me.
what bothers me in the complicated intertwining existence of humans and the increasinlgy fragile bonds between social groups.
come together and separate like oil on water.
come together and never stick.

never put your trust in anyone because nothing is as ugly as a honest person, by their very nature.
but then again, can we even trust ourselves? are we any closer to understanding 'i' than we are to 'they'
probably not. of course not.

i saw Inception last week, how many people are now waiting for the pull to wake them up? wake up wake up it's time.

today i saw Toy Story 3 and cried like a baby.
i would have preferred it if they had stayed with andy, they spent the past ten years waiting in a box for andy to open up to them again.
they've travelled to pizza planet, sid's house, al's apartment, toy barn, sunnyside, bonnie's house and always gone back to elm street and in the end it was all for one big goodbye.
was it worth it at all for another smile and five minutes of imagination?
probably to them, to me it seemed far too sad.