Broken stride.
Pisses one off 📴
I was into fire, 🔥
Small scale, nothing bad, I just liked making them .
We’d cook the fish we caught on flat stone.
We’d take some meat and poke it with sharpened sticks, place it at just the right distance.
I liked being near moving water and making a fire.
Deeply.
The light and the heat, coupled with the sounds of the rivers.
The insects.
The nocturnal.
Out in the woods…
Now,,, there’s a Japanese machine rubbing my fucking feet.
I finish my day and ingest a Taiwanese herb, plant my head into a screen until I’m tired enough.
Might be fuckin off with Mario, might be flying vehicles in grand theft Auto, might be a loose and limber wizard..
Lumbering about like a drunken lizard 🦎
It’s all wrong.
All of it.
Flashing lights and pretty colors.
Completely removed from where we started and something deep down gets louder and louder.
Feels like I fucked up.
But not the wild years, shit man, at least you felt alive then.
Part of me feels like I fucked up by trying to keep it between the lines.
Bend the knee.
Kiss the ring.
Toss the taxes.
I hate that.
I hate that it had to be that way.
The cat’s glad, but Jesus,,, the low drone of each passing day.
The fucking small talk.
The bullshit I have to hear, even if only peripherally…
God damnit..
This is why people end up on medication 🤟
A little blood, a little backstory, a whole bunch of youuuuu.
That world out there.
That endless yapping..
This is why people fly off the handles, or why they live to escape..
Nobodies fault.
Maybe…
Just the way it goes..
You’re supposed to take it. To swallow it down and keep going.
Keep your mouth shut, keep yourself distracted.
It’s not how you started out though..
Not where you came from.
dawn 