I'm floating a lot these days. Sipping my way through caramel delights, wafting along the rich aromas of grounded darkness.
It's a tale of man seeking to find himself, and upon undertaking this journey he discovers what it means to live along the way.
But I don't regret. I have seen things that most will never experience.
Don't figure out what you want to be or what you want to do. Start smaller. Start with the simple things.
I miss most the people who can recognize boa constrictors eating elephants, from hats.
We forget in that moment, That we are strangers, Walking alongside each other; Echoes of a past, On a cold misty morning.
A guide on how not to drown.
But I'll wake up, won't I? Or perhaps I already am awake? Living the life of a dream I can't remember.
You let that feeling seep down into your bones and shiver as you your body gets ready for the next time, the next ride, the next drop of happiness.
I just think we as people both young and old need to view time differently and not indifferently.