river & rain

I find it really difficult to write anything that I know is going to get published. Hello there!?!? Who are you and what do you think of me? I find it difficult to admit to myself my failures and defeats, and much easier to celebrate success and revelry. Hello friends, hello family. I love you all so much, it pains me just to be. I am like you and you are like me. But we are not alike, and that’s the mystery. The river runs deep and the rain must fall, but who will answer you when this life comes to a halt.

Each moment is madness, each omen is plastic. I root for the future in which we’re fantastic – fake and destructive, broken and hollowed. I share with my brothers this moment of sorrow. I pray for my sisters. Patience and safety. I pray for my mother, please do not be angry.

People are expiring because we choose to procrastinate. These are real lives we are talking about. This isn’t somewhere else at another time. This isn’t TV or augmented reality. This is now. This is here. This is you. This is me.

Nothing remains – take it or leave it. We were born to rise and are bound to fall.

Family conflict. Friends who grow. The loss of opportunity and the sweetness of now.

I had a dream that it was easier to climb the ladder than to get back down. I was being chased down a mountain by an avalanche of mud and people. I asked my master if I was allowed to take a break. He asked me in return if knew how to think.