what happens to all these things that I think to myself late at night?

to be romantic, I imagine a seed flicked away into the winds of a desert (assuming of course the desert cannot sustain said seed).

I am up late and I think these strange thoughts, and I feel like they should lead to places, yet they exist free of the symbolization resulting from coincidence.  

exist, a moment, dissolve.  pop.

I'm so new at this game... aspiring to think objectively.