there is no explaining you know. it will never work. nobody wants an explanation anyway, when it gets down to it…we dont want words, we want meat. even the vegetarians, who don’t want to eat a bad idea. want you near, your heat, nine knuckles wrapped tight. and if they can’t get it, next best thing is to see you bleed, to see you fall, to see you blur, so save your words, that’s what i’ve learned
and we all seem to stay in the same basic orbits circling the corner store or navigating the hallway toward the bathroom or down the street to the bank but really we are moving at billions of lifetimes per holiday calendar, gorges and canyons and skyways per day we try to make things the same but if you stand and extend your calves and your belly and your ribs and your shoulders and your neck and your head and look to the moon, if you reach high enough without straining, you can feel the winds of deserts and the rains of half a year passing over and through your lungs and it seems to steal your breath but for once you are just feeling the proper rhythm and it is this song i have been chasing since the days i was first stolen from california and
i am not coming home after all but be happy for me
i’m free
its been awhile since ive wanted to read something over and over and over
always good to see you.