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Remember, there is only this:
I am drunk of course. Standing in the rain on a sandstone boulder laughing and laughing. Head thrown back and mouth open wide, wide open to rain, echoes and empty nights that stretch on and on forever, so that when I try to swallow it gets stuck, this knot of darkness and laughing and May. There under my breastbone and I can still feel it ……. That happiness so strong, I wonder if they heard it, someone - somewhere in the night? I wonder if they woke up and smiled and fell back asleep and dreamt of being young and full to the brim?
It is beautiful, this life we live and sometimes I forget. When the gas tank is almost empty or I find pictures of all the love that I’ve ignored or wasted and regretted or I think of home, of summers and rivers, so far away …… and I forget how wonderful it is to hear a stranger say your name for the first time, like it is in a different language even though it is an ordinary name. Or that temporary is forever because there is only the moment you are in, and being transient is okay, and solitude can be heaven. Sometimes I forget, but mostly I remember because it is inside, like good beer in my stomach and hard problems in my head. It’s the part of me that laughs at the rain so loud. So loud. So loud.
I am drunk of course. Standing in the rain on a sandstone boulder laughing and laughing. Head thrown back and mouth open wide, wide open to rain, echoes and empty nights that stretch on and on forever, so that when I try to swallow it gets stuck, this knot of darkness and laughing and May. There under my breastbone and I can still feel it ……. That happiness so strong, I wonder if they heard it, someone - somewhere in the night? I wonder if they woke up and smiled and fell back asleep and dreamt of being young and full to the brim?
It is beautiful, this life we live and sometimes I forget. When the gas tank is almost empty or I find pictures of all the love that I’ve ignored or wasted and regretted or I think of home, of summers and rivers, so far away …… and I forget how wonderful it is to hear a stranger say your name for the first time, like it is in a different language even though it is an ordinary name. Or that temporary is forever because there is only the moment you are in, and being transient is okay, and solitude can be heaven. Sometimes I forget, but mostly I remember because it is inside, like good beer in my stomach and hard problems in my head. It’s the part of me that laughs at the rain so loud. So loud. So loud.