Venture with Reality

As I sat crossed-legged on my couch, I understood the meaning of freedom. This feeling of total relaxation could be accredited to the copious amounts of loneliness I had ingested five hours earlier. Even so, I was happy. Right at that very moment, my heart fluttered. That was the first time I experienced serious pain. The numbness set in and I wondered if anyone else in the World was hungry like me. Hungry for fortune and fame. I know all of that is bullshit but I'm interested. I want to know if I could last. If I could succeed. I guess it's hard to find out when you can't relate to yourself. Or talk yourself out of certain situations. You know what I'm talking about. Reality.

The Days of Years Passed

Right at this very moment, you're probably sitting there alone reading this. Who am I to judge? I'm sitting here alone writing this. That makes you equal. I'm never above anyone who reads my writing. Sometimes they are floating far above my equinox.

Yesterday I realized how small I was. I climbed the tallest tree in my neighborhood and looked around for about a half hour. When I climbed back down, I felt so miniscule. My World was nothing anymore. I jumped into the nearby creek and stayed underwater for years. When I emerged, my whole family stood around the sandbar to cheer me on. I did my best to show off, but I was too stiff from the time warp to try and do the butterfly. I carried on with my life effortlessly after my days in the creek.

A century passed. Days turned into seconds. My beard was full again three minutes after each shave. Was I Rip Van Winkle? Was I just lucky? No. All I needed was a drink.

Remembering the Flow

I've been listening harder to the wind this time of year. It seems to sing a more familiar tune, one that I have become used to. If you had asked me the name of the song a few years ago, I would have promptly asked