(At the crib, Chicago, IL) Have you ever sat back and allowed yourself to feel, as strongly as you could, your deepest, most unwanted thoughts? I did that after coming across something interesting online over the weekend. Iinteresting enough to cause me to pause and revisit it more than once. After sleeping for a good 3 hours Sunday night and then waking up early as hell this morning, those thoughts found me again and I could not find comfort in them. Well, I did find comfort in the loving words of another and the warm embrace of a lover, but those thoughts lingered. It’s the unknown; intense. Exciting in a way. For those who’ve ever allowed themselves to feel; imagine an orgasm, but instead of reaching an intense climax, it’s not exactly the opposite, but it’s as if you are left not only in a state of perpetual limbo, not going or coming, but you know with certainty you will not have that orgasm no matter what, but you don’t know what else will happen so there’s this powerful pull for and against, something. I feel wild like that. High, on edge. Now, all of this could just be the remnants of my earlier drinking escapade rearing its head or other thoughts floating around in it, or it could be exactly as I believe. Strong, tangible curiousity. I can’t put my finger on it yet, mainly because I don’t know with certainty if I’m even close to accurate. There’s something in my air and if I don’t find out what it is I’ll just as soon let my pen do the talking and let the pad speak for me.
‘Till next time. Peace– of mind and everything in between. 😉