Salty Waters . . .
It's a different world out there, boys and girls. It truly is. And I think I am lost in it. Or I have lost myself in it. I dunno which. And I dunno which would be worse.
But I realized earlier this week that I think all of my external problems are, as always, just reflections of our internal conflicts. I said, jokingly, to a friend earlier this wee that I had been bitten by some viper. That its poison was spreading through my body, taking over. That may be more accurate than I expected. Or as least more metaphoric.
I seem to be living this fevered dream, surreal with no end in sight. Some battle for my soul continues in my consciousness. Hard for me to nail it down. But I set in the sun a while and remembered how the sun is a cure for everything. The salty water it brings -- whether tears, or sweat or the sea -- all are absolutive. And somehow, I feel like I really need absolution.
But I realized earlier this week that I think all of my external problems are, as always, just reflections of our internal conflicts. I said, jokingly, to a friend earlier this wee that I had been bitten by some viper. That its poison was spreading through my body, taking over. That may be more accurate than I expected. Or as least more metaphoric.
I seem to be living this fevered dream, surreal with no end in sight. Some battle for my soul continues in my consciousness. Hard for me to nail it down. But I set in the sun a while and remembered how the sun is a cure for everything. The salty water it brings -- whether tears, or sweat or the sea -- all are absolutive. And somehow, I feel like I really need absolution.