Dear Monkey,
This could be letter 10,988 or 982,882 but I don’t think either of us knows though I would happily give you a banana as a reward for your guessing.
Two beers into a Sunday night I am not particularly interested in getting ready for the work week which is fitting since I seem to work seven days a week.
Granted I tend not to do very much on the weekends, but there is usually something. Not entirely sure it is necessary but for the moment it has helped keep me semi sane.
The idea is to put in the time to create a foundation and structure that won’t require the same efforts down the road because mechanisms will have been put into place to make it easier.
That is the concept, but we’ll see how the execution works.
Which reminds me, I am counting the letters written all over the place, including those you might not have seen yet, but I digress.
ink Some Random Thoughts
There are days that I still ache in a way that reminds me of…things.
Spent some time trying to figure out what the cause was and came to the conclusion it happens when I am back in the city and nothing is clear.
But you know about stories whose ends must wait. Sometimes you think you know what the answers are and conclude that you already know the end.
Except those moments where something pokes you in the side and you realize you just don’t so you head out to the country to get that breathin air, out where the rivers run and you inevitably take back something worth remembering.
Works until you recognize you have got nothing worth remembering and nothing to forget because it is easier to hang out there…at the crossroads.
Or so I thought, because I had heard about people like me and then I ask the question, can you remember who I was. Can you still feel it.
Still Dancing In The Fire
Maybe I’ll take that notebook while I walk the line to that place where we’re still dancing in the fire.
Maybe I can rise up on my pony and grab that brass ring and maybe I can figure out what to do when lightning strikes again as it surely must.
Hell, I know that when you think of me I just might be thinking of you…if you are lucky.
Won’t write here what I’ll write elsewhere about those thoughts cuz there are some boundaries in blogging and hell, you might be surprised to know.
Or maybe not because I am just a guy walking through a storm with no manual or road map.
Just one more lonely traveler who took four days to hike from Saginaw on the way to counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike.
Don’t know how I got here or exactly where I am going but all roads lead to where I stand and I know I will have walked them all no matter what I planned.
Life can be so bitter and yet so very sweet…if you let it.
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