dawn

All that shit talk means nothing without respect.

If there’s no one you respect, then you’re just fuming and hissing..

We’re just audience members anyway.

And there is a point, where you don’t care about storytelling.

Or stories.

Things that happened.

Things that might happen..

(prophecy?)

Fortune Cookie..

You have to go with what you know..

And you know,that you’re gonna die.

The old tree is going to fall.

Then the ants and termites and grub worms will birth life..

Mounding in the mound of pulp.

We use the word “rotting”, I don’t think it’s right for this analogy though.

Say “exhaling”

That old tree had a helluva run, and he stood through hurricanes and earthquakes and tornados… He stood.

And now he feeds the forest floor, and if you could bring yourself to view death that way….

You’d be better off.

I watched this interview with Quentin Tarantino, and he was talking about the years he was asleep..

Working in a video store, content, hanging around people that love film,,, and he had an older friend, and the friend told him

“I’ve hung out with so many versions of you”

This kickstarted his heart, And he wanted to chase his dream.

I’ve known a few with dreams, visions of grandeur, validation and pedestaling..

I’ve seen it, know what it looks like…I know..

I never thought about any of that.

I found a trick to exist in the moment and block out the outside..

And that was enough.

And I got very good at the trick..

Think about it if you’re feeling bitter….

If the personalities you are around, if they grind on you… If you feel like you are walking amongst a group of retarded monkeys….

(know what you know..)

I know a little.

I know what’s bad lol..

I know that you are a battery 🔋

(know how to talk to cats)

Yes.. yes I do…

There was no dream, Maybe for a blink around 13 or 14,, But beyond that?

I was just trying to escape…

Trying to get away, and finding vehicles for that…

I don’t think you should hate someone for not having a dream..

And if you adopt a mindset of “I’m just passing through this”,

You might be flawed, at least you’re not allowed. Not like the rest of them.

At least you’re not cramming it down people’s throats.

You know you are a tree, and you know you will fall, and you know you will become pulp for the worms..

I would imagine, there are worse things to be