It seems to be that way…
Early Saturday morning, I had a fleeting thought. That all of the bad things that I’ve done, and all the moments in between then and now — that everything was suddenly unstuck. And the end was, within reach.
1, 2, 3, 4…
I wish I could say the same thing, I wish I could do the same thing, I wish I knew the same people, I wish I was a people. I wish I I wish, I wish I wait. Wish…………………………………………………………sick.
I can’t sleep unless I dream of flying. Then I will have slept.
I have had the worst sleep lately. It’s mating season, and all of the birds wake me up at 6:35 a.m. without fail. There is no way around this; it’s like every bird is rehearsing for a fucking part in a Disney movie. And. It. Blows.
Things haven’t been normal, ever.
Everyone has secrets. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose; but everyone has secrets. And when you’re found alone, just a shell, it’s up to the good people to interpret what you once were. And how you got that way.
In just a few weeks time, I will see you open road.
In a month, I will be on the open road. Headed across the grand US, looking for something, looking to lose something, looking to make amends with my spirit animals. All of the above.
And in the night, we all see our true strength.
Our bodies are getting old. It’s terrible. We can’t stay at a certain age forever, we are physically bound! And it’s such a waste of thought to think otherwise. No one has ever lived forever. And that’s what really pisses me off. Because if at least 1 person did — there would be a probability that 1 other could too.
Blood, Blood, Blood, bloodblood, Blood, Blood..bloodblood
