Suddenly, from the muddled mayhem
of my mind, words begin whispering to me from the walls. I pluck them out,
place them down, and gain ground.......
thoughts...pressed like ice cubes
against my lips, when they are too naive to come to conclusion, they evaporate,
like a glass of water in desert's heat, like bourbon on Hemingway's desk, like
the undoing of burdens held in my bones....my yoga mat in silent temperment on
the living room floor.....it defines me, when nothing else will do.
The first time I realized that
just because I was sucking in air each day, make no mistake, does not mean I
was, or ever was, living, it just means I was never on a ventilator, or that
someone had ever reached over and pulled the plug. Looking back over life, just
before you shed your skin, in acknowledgemnet that it is not you whom is crazy
and tilted, but, in fact, it is tthe entire rest of the world.....yes, just
before that, eat the entire bar of dark chocolate in a congratulatory moment of
having traveled to the dark side of the moon, and made it safely back!
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