The sky is grey but I'm dancing. Photo by Betty
To envision to others what I have in mind is an elusive concept. It's like finding the starting point on every thread of paint of Pollock's art. My mind on the other hand is like a balloon, inflated to its optimum, bursting and shrinking like a piece of unwanted blouse that doesn't fit anymore.
The pieces don't fit here anymore. Oh, sure Mr Morrison (James)!
Yes, these pieces of memories and experiences doesn't fit in my life, anymore. What I've been doing everyday seems almost completely antithetical to what I want. The moment I think I almost got it, I'll hit with a miss. Bungee jumping into my past only aggrandize the fact that I've never really changed. Or I guess I can't. I can't be selfless. I can't afford to be selfish either. I can't be free cos' I'm working for a dictator and I live in a planet where money rules. I'm trapped in a timespace where the hours felt like water dripping from a leaking pipe, and the years flash by like rocket in the sky. In this condition, it's hard for me to be anything.
So I ran away. Anywhere in the opposite direction of my current spheres. Away from familiar objects and faces. To a humble home, of clarity and peace. Though that doesn't improve the decipherability of the mess I'm in, still, my heart rests better. I've regained consciousness through endless uninterrupted sleep. I managed to pick up those pilot pens and started writing and doodling again in my teeny pink moleskin. I don't write long notes anymore. I go direct to the pain (or the little wonders). And that's all good, for now.
Tomorrow?
I'll drive (soon cycle) to work. Smoke those Saempornas without guilt. See those faces again. Deal with assholes, again. Text the good samaritans and find that little wonders along the way. Get smiles from strangers and count compliments I get from strangers, whichever is higher. Drive home. Have a long fraganced bath, sing 'you have never been in love, until you see the sunrise thrown over smashed human bones', make my bed, rest my head, play that portrait I love so much in my head again and again, and... hoping..Hoping I'll find that thing, just once more. Someday.
As long as I keep living.