immune to time and place
It's funny...
how some memories tag along with you your entire life while others show themselves around strange corners at unexpected times. Old friends show me good times. Memories of the past usually flood my mind around this time of year. Like a great mental monsoon that fills your nose with the aroma of reminiscence. A familiar excitement surges through me. Yet it seems tad unfamiliar, after gathering the memories from these last two decades. Has it really been that long? Years previous in a more candy-coated existence, I remember feeling as if I had time wrapped around my finger. Now minutes just slip between each one, becoming even more precious as each is lost. It makes me want to seize all that is and can be. I've been stuck inside a cloud of indecision. Feeling like I cannot think of the future until I arrive there...or at least don't want to. I enjoy coasting on the notes and whims of the universe. but how to live like so, in this country, without becoming suffused with a sense of absolute nowhereness? You simply can't. There are guidelines and rules to living. It seems each existence is conducted by something higher and I'll spend my entire existance trying to achieve ultimate freedom.
fight the good fight!
how some memories tag along with you your entire life while others show themselves around strange corners at unexpected times. Old friends show me good times. Memories of the past usually flood my mind around this time of year. Like a great mental monsoon that fills your nose with the aroma of reminiscence. A familiar excitement surges through me. Yet it seems tad unfamiliar, after gathering the memories from these last two decades. Has it really been that long? Years previous in a more candy-coated existence, I remember feeling as if I had time wrapped around my finger. Now minutes just slip between each one, becoming even more precious as each is lost. It makes me want to seize all that is and can be. I've been stuck inside a cloud of indecision. Feeling like I cannot think of the future until I arrive there...or at least don't want to. I enjoy coasting on the notes and whims of the universe. but how to live like so, in this country, without becoming suffused with a sense of absolute nowhereness? You simply can't. There are guidelines and rules to living. It seems each existence is conducted by something higher and I'll spend my entire existance trying to achieve ultimate freedom.
fight the good fight!