Sunday, January 01, 2012

Calm and hopeful

So you can make another claim. Well go ahead and make it. Just waiting for a 90-mile water wall to take me out of your view. I'm praying for a trap door trigger.

I entered dreamland with a headlamp last night. I explored the inner recesses of my mind, finding glory and love. I know such things exist. I can feel them.  So many times, I have sat pensive in the stationary response to an ephemeral, fleeting emotion. I waited for you to come to me and grab my hand and be mine. I have hinted and sang for you, made an ass of this mind, fluttered on the winds of madness and destructed in the ashes of its nonexistence.

The last few days have turned a switch for me. No longer feeling the grip of nausea, my legs are free to carry me as far and as long as possible. My arms, no longer sore, stretch out as my fingers press into the small crevice of eastern sandstone. My breath, now deep, free from any substance, enriches my mind with gradual and smooth thoughts about my journey. I feel the fast movements coming. The one moment to make an action will come soon. It will come time and time again. So I must stay confident and calm before the storm again ensues, and find calm in the torrent.

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