After a night of drinking, I am left again to myself... Where should this lead me? What is the greater cause that I want to be a part of? When will I feel special?
There are forces at work in this life (and by this I mean only my life) that are set upon asking questions. Constant questions. Will your bowels move today? Will you find love in an equal? Do they respect you? Is that pain in your gullet an ulcer or an bit of uncooked beef? Could it be awakening? Does death wait at the end of the line, at the end of the street or at the end of the night? Can the center hold, and if it can, should it? Where is Eldorado? Who is Shadow? Lamont is long dead and yet he is still following me. Will I ever find happiness? Have I already forund it, sitting on the john, typing into the oblivion that is this nothing information exchange? Does the it all matter?
Yes.
Everything that happens to you matters. The thing is, not all of it is important. This is the balence we must find, or must not. Either path is valid, and basically goes to the same end. Just enjoy the ride.
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