Fryday

the word “dabble” i think was createdfor my condition.I have often wondered about the origin of our great language.the same word different objects,how is one to know what is what?easy confusion within my mind,shoes that are not shoes,feet that are not feet,books that are not books.one day in one month,i am in this corner with nothing but this pen this tablet and these words.the element of surprise with which my little friend showed up in,caught me off guard.he took his sweet little time to show up,but he is now here in a very confident manner.my toes are erupting with numerous amounts of energy.each tip feels like there is a thunderstorm brewing within it.as i sit in my corner,they are walking to mexico.energy alive and free flowing throughout my body,coarse and in my veins.my corner is my safety,this is my homebase and i am not moving.little white squares that have no cares.bouncing around in my teeth,i couldnt wait for it to chomp into my belly.that thick,sick heavy feeling in my gut.the wince of pain in the small of my back.pacing and racing i was waiting,waiting,waiting.arranging my thoughts and actions to correspond with the upcoming mood,morrison in the background speaking freely with heavy emotion.the cd now on repeat,i can retain this for hours.“i see your hair is burning”,“the fields are filled with fire”,morrison the perfect poet.his words ever echoeing in my mind.i suddenly feel the grip i had been waiting and waiting for.mr. mojo risin, mr. mojo risin.the sunspots created on my walls from the sunlight that pierced through my curtains,was getting brighter and brighter by the minute.the sun was going down but the shades and colors were going up.my vision now completely enveloped by my little friend,the sunspots change into smiley faces and so did i.the downward spiral that i was about to be put in had my body vibrant with anticipation.i feel that life can only be fully understood with new adventure and interaction.new faces erase old memories and new experience replaces boredom.i could feel my little friend ever so slowly crawl his way up my body.he left the bottom of my belly and inched his way into my sanity.my corner now cradling me tight to its bossom,i feel secure but unsure.every cell could tell that this was going to be an interesting evening.the sun had dissappeared and been replaced by a candles flickered flame and a few other illuminations.the cars in the streets driving at different speeds create small shadows on large walls.they race and intertwine and morph into things.shapes with no names and figures frightening to man.i have been scared by shapes and shadows more than once in my life,this was one of those times.tunnel vision had invaded my sight.the shapes and shadows were attacking me.flying at me and penetrating my soul.this one,that one,flying changing keeping my mind completely off guard.ghost and goblins,crowns and kings,levetating on my walls.hesitating and transforming,the seconds seem like hours.“the future is uncertain and the end is always near”jim keeps shouting at me.in an instant the traffic stops and the ghouls are gone.i am safe.tiny little flames in glass bowls reach deep into the night.grasping for the darkness with thin razor sharp fingers,each flame a different friend.starving for the dark they reach deep,butfall short.the small amount of energy in each flame is not enough.they want to brighten my way,but they cannot.fluttering and shapeshifting the flames are inviting.“like a moth to the flame”,my eyes are captivated.snapshots in my mind,every second i capture a different picture,only to release it.my internal shutter speed was uncontrollable.snap,snap,snap.visions and memories that i will never be able to recall.my body was heavy but my spirit felt light as a feather.i can barely use my arms, but my mind craves action.my sword within my grasp i fill these pages.each movement with its own counter balance.my fingers are still where i left them.they slowly creep back across my page with an elegant dance.tracing each path i just made,brilliant reactions to my own.they slide and slip and then slam back into my hand.a typewriter action,one line at a time.the dark ones dancing and transforming with my words,the shadows sleeping with my scratches.they envelop each other and create carnage in my mind.“let it roll baby roll”,“let it roll baby roll”my friend jim is whispering in my ear.there is no choice here ,only the path i choe.my corner,this canvas,this mindset,and those shadows.my spirit wants to be free and join them,i can feel it trying to escape.tearing its way through my flesh and leaving my body behind.i am nothing but a shell,my soul has left me.i have reached nirvana,free falling with no effort.slowly escaping like smokerings in a windless room.expanding into my enviroment,i feel as though i am walking on clouds.with osmotic precision my spirit entangles itself with the shadows.we are doing the dance of the dead.ghostly reaction with each other.the shadows and their witchy little ways,fly around and spin me in every direction.there is no up or down,just all around.i have found freedom sitting in my corner,just me and my little friend.

Fryday

sloppysam

Joined January 2008

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