I’m listening to Lucas Silveira cover Orbison acoustic, not yet tired and wondering when I will be, though I’m not keen on
bowing into it. For the past week I’ve been dreaming intensely–not good, not bad. Just intense. Speaking of intensity,
my therapist dropped some reality in my lap today(the kind I’ve been so busy with avoiding), and I spent the rest of
my day eyeballing other people in a curious way. As in where are they going, where are their scars, what of ailments,
relationships, phobias. Like I cracked open a book and ushered all the words in. I made eye contact with the inanimate too–
buildings, houses, fences. Concentrated on the humming in the concrete beneath my feet while the bus was passing.
I simply reminded myself to be a part of it. It as in everything, as the planet I’m on is not necessarily the one in my
head(the lack of vegetation, too harsh sun, smirking tundras). I’m on the actual one, where things are happening faster
than I can kick ‘em, and I better look up and enjoy it. Get the hell out of my head. Tell the worry not to wait up. I probably
won’t be back when the streetlights come on.