First Time I Was Moved To Tears From An Image Since 1999

Clip Clap I Was Taking A Bath, All Along A Saturday Night:

Hours. They are becoming obsolete. In so much as they are not required for the passing of states, the sun or time at all. I listen to the same song for three days. I drive 9 hours to and from. Passing homes and houses. Wooden mascots of weightless towns with names like "Hurt" or "Pittsylvania." A bunch of clouds to mock the passing cars. Clip, sometimes I miss the softness in hearts. In and out like Adobe. O slick neurosis of digital boom boom. There is too much hardness everywhere. Too many foul little noses in the air. In Charlotte North Carolina I do not relax. Every remark and tangy opinion settling into the boundless sadness and weight of ego. Jesus, fkn drop it already. No one is paying attention. And surely, you don't care all that much. What is happening is this angle, perhaps one generally disturbed by what we call the delusion of social marketing or the positioning of identity. it's too much. The schism, as always goes the tale, divides us into cynics and emoticons. Tell me, what is the point of finding something disagreeable in everything another says? No matter what it may be. My pigtails are being pulled, my knees shoved and dragged along patterned duvets. My face red with insult and heart ridiculed for idealism. The strength is to refuse the cruelty the obvious and uninteresting scoff. How obnoxious to dislike something about everything. It is like going to Machu Picchu and saying "O i thought it might be bigger" or "O, I don't see the allure" People always needing to pose themselves to align others experience into their narrative. Relax. or move forward so that I may pass through. For the past few weeks of traveling aimless, long u turns and snow crapped roads I may have been born on, I give thanks to the sun, the occupation of space. Jesus I'm fkn alive. We are fucken alive. Shut the fk up or at least take it somewhere else because these days are precious few. Been taking tango lessons, turns out the trick is to give in. Don't think, don't question or reject. Shut up and feel. Turns out, it's the best things that's happened to me in years. Last night I lay in bed watching a balloon pop. The thing holds the water. The concept of containment became perfectly clear. My palms sweat, my heart raced. Zo said- whoa, you ok?- I just let me self fall in love. Hard to let go, but my god the world is beautiful when you do. It is true what we talk about in occasional laughter- the path, will never let you go.
loves to the h-eart-s
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