Sometimes the only thing to do is just go.
I’m packing and driving away soon. It’s been too long, in fact, I lost myself the last time and it’s been impossible to find myself now. I remember the heat waves blurring the road and the needle on the speedometer climbing, approaching infinity. There were no confessions, or remorse. In the act of motion there is only a true sense of freedom. Visions of angels appear in the distant horizon, the sun licking its flames, preparing for another day and the moon hovering low like a menacing eye of dreams.
I’m not tripping. This is what you and I deserve. Remember how invigorated you felt after staying up all night laughing? Has it been that long ago, that it resembled another person? Then, that’s been too long. When did paying bills become the new slavery? I work very hard not to clock in at a nine to five. In fact, the more I learn about myself and my capabilities, we all have these capabilities, I rebel against conventional work. I’m becoming eccentric, I hope. There’s a big difference between eccentric and crazy, but I don’t care if I catch both.
I’ve been shown a new defiance towards life in my dreams, the jetfuel whispered its blue flame on my bed sheet, if I remained still it would have burned me alive, but I moved and kept moving, until I was out in the vast expanse. And there are not many places left in the World of vast expanse, except in our minds, like a prisoner with his imagination. You can take my body, but you can’t take my soul. That sort of thing. We met when it was early dawn. You had been laughing hysterically, running your soul through the Mill. I hugged you and we embraced something together. It was our youth and everything happened all at once, then responsibility peered in and tapped on the window, like a cop with a flashlight busting two teenagers making out. I watched your face turn down. The spirit inside recoiled and you went to work. Of course I followed. But what the hell. No one remembers your hard work for too long, there are things to do with our lives that have more meaning.
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