Tapestry
The tapestry is space and time.
Sometimes I resent the thread that I am in. I try to get out, but there are no intangible scissors for the intangible threads I'm attached to. I pull up on mine, but I feel a snag, and the farther I go back the more I see everything tied in everything else. I'm defined by my past and my priorities, I'm defined by my reaction to my surroundings.
I went downtown for the music festival. I looked forward to going by myself.
All the music was fucking boring. People seem satisfied with whats been going on for the past 40 years.
Sharks seek seductive sirens, everybody looking to fuck. "Did you hit that shit?" "Hell yeah!" But the feeling always fades, and we go back to trying to fill it.
There were religious folk on a corner, proclaiming the necessity of obedience to God's word, warning of the hellfire we face, fearfearfear, I went up and asked the speaker how he knew it was the word of God. He hesitated, looked at his bible, and said he knew it was because God said so. No point in pointing out circular logic though, huh? I'm sure he's heard it. I said that he didn't have faith in God's word, he had faith that the person telling him this is God's word is telling the truth. His responses were usually precedented by a moment of blank staring, and then reiterating what he'd been saying the whole time.
I think I was most disgusted with how everybody treated him. Guys with girls harassing them, spitting and taunting, most interested in looking like badasses. Revulsion and disgust was all I could feel.
I saw a guy selling Solilla stuff, and bought a cd. I told him how I used to want to get out of Orlando, go somewhere where things were "happening", but SoS had inspired me to do something about where I'm at. He seemed excited, and I asked if he was down for a short conversation. I said that while my music was nice as a platform for message sharing, I wanted to do more. How? He wasn't sure my question, so I inquired about organizations or groups that I could participate in to get things done. It was a nice conversation.
I have to fix myself first. Gotta overcome the beast that pounds out the same rhythm in my chest everyday.
I'm going to go downtown more often. I want to walk the streets, know them, KNOW the state of it. From there, I will know how best to get involved.
Sometimes I resent the thread that I am in. I try to get out, but there are no intangible scissors for the intangible threads I'm attached to. I pull up on mine, but I feel a snag, and the farther I go back the more I see everything tied in everything else. I'm defined by my past and my priorities, I'm defined by my reaction to my surroundings.
I went downtown for the music festival. I looked forward to going by myself.
All the music was fucking boring. People seem satisfied with whats been going on for the past 40 years.
Sharks seek seductive sirens, everybody looking to fuck. "Did you hit that shit?" "Hell yeah!" But the feeling always fades, and we go back to trying to fill it.
There were religious folk on a corner, proclaiming the necessity of obedience to God's word, warning of the hellfire we face, fearfearfear, I went up and asked the speaker how he knew it was the word of God. He hesitated, looked at his bible, and said he knew it was because God said so. No point in pointing out circular logic though, huh? I'm sure he's heard it. I said that he didn't have faith in God's word, he had faith that the person telling him this is God's word is telling the truth. His responses were usually precedented by a moment of blank staring, and then reiterating what he'd been saying the whole time.
I think I was most disgusted with how everybody treated him. Guys with girls harassing them, spitting and taunting, most interested in looking like badasses. Revulsion and disgust was all I could feel.
I saw a guy selling Solilla stuff, and bought a cd. I told him how I used to want to get out of Orlando, go somewhere where things were "happening", but SoS had inspired me to do something about where I'm at. He seemed excited, and I asked if he was down for a short conversation. I said that while my music was nice as a platform for message sharing, I wanted to do more. How? He wasn't sure my question, so I inquired about organizations or groups that I could participate in to get things done. It was a nice conversation.
I have to fix myself first. Gotta overcome the beast that pounds out the same rhythm in my chest everyday.
I'm going to go downtown more often. I want to walk the streets, know them, KNOW the state of it. From there, I will know how best to get involved.