17 April 2011
THE RECIPROCITY OF SPRING AND COMPREHENSION
21/04/11 22:45
THE
RECIPROCITY OF SPRING AND COMPREHENSION
FREE and productive, living like it's not even me.
Settling into a dream.
Simple things: I took my 550 Shadow to the reservoir with a bag of bread to feed the ducks. Funny, there were no ducks. Instead, a multitude of geese would have completely overtaken me if their brains were bigger than a chestnut.
I don't know how I feel, and for the first time in a while, I don't care.
I am surrounding myself with beauty, it is gorgeous and peaceful here. I am not worried about my girlfriend being upset that I'm not with her, or whether or not I'll have enough gum and time for her not to smell the smoke on my breath. She's not like that.
I have no idea what I'm doing, I guess I'm just living my life.
I am not worried about the future because I have no idea what is in store for me. And why the fuck would I be worried about the unknown? Don't know what I'll do, or who I'll be, but I am going to make sure it's something and someone who is great, powerful, and happy.
A fisherman casts his line into the setting sun before me.
As the sun glistens off the calm water and the wet backs of geese, I exhale deeply and promise to be good to myself. I promise God to be good and take him up on his offer to be good to me in exchange.
I am going to let myself live in the now and enjoy the value of just breathing and riding and, for the first time in ages, writing. Stay tuned.
FREE and productive, living like it's not even me.
Settling into a dream.
Simple things: I took my 550 Shadow to the reservoir with a bag of bread to feed the ducks. Funny, there were no ducks. Instead, a multitude of geese would have completely overtaken me if their brains were bigger than a chestnut.
I don't know how I feel, and for the first time in a while, I don't care.
I am surrounding myself with beauty, it is gorgeous and peaceful here. I am not worried about my girlfriend being upset that I'm not with her, or whether or not I'll have enough gum and time for her not to smell the smoke on my breath. She's not like that.
I have no idea what I'm doing, I guess I'm just living my life.
I am not worried about the future because I have no idea what is in store for me. And why the fuck would I be worried about the unknown? Don't know what I'll do, or who I'll be, but I am going to make sure it's something and someone who is great, powerful, and happy.
A fisherman casts his line into the setting sun before me.
As the sun glistens off the calm water and the wet backs of geese, I exhale deeply and promise to be good to myself. I promise God to be good and take him up on his offer to be good to me in exchange.
I am going to let myself live in the now and enjoy the value of just breathing and riding and, for the first time in ages, writing. Stay tuned.
