Rhyme the Time

Molecular structures sweat beauty beyond boundless boundaries and barriers while bright bridges connecting land provides security and strength amongst the shallow slippery rocked filled waters flow in a spiral circling down to a hole ejected out and scattered and brisk H2O melted dusty ice pieces fly while they can cut your fucking eye they can also be manipulated into shapes and patterns for one’s own personal use.

::inhale:: Hair flies I’m riding on air like flash of light up there like stars all bright flickering the time is tickering and tock I think goes with that splat 12:00 oclock blink black out white outside then ride snow high as the inside my body tried to escape but I’m standing here in landing gear so fear me I’m tough - Nah I’ve just had enough from the get go early so curly spins I calm myself in the atmosphere of sins flick the light switch the night kick the fight I feel my way around Slick and slight sound brings goose bumps but I’m not afraid of the dark - Jump ::exhale::

STRUNG OUT!

Like most of us, I can’t sing. But I don’t let that stop me. Whenever I’m driving, I’m singing. My car is my studio. That’s where I let loose and hope someone somewhere can hear. Something somewhere is listening.

I think that we’re all hoping sometimes that someone is listening, that someone hears us, even if we aren't speaking out loud, even if we aren't writing it all down. We’re hoping that someday, at the end of our life, we’ll be able to sit down with them and they can say, “Well, most of this was good, and most of this was bad.” And it’s not going to matter which one there was more of, because it was you and you were living it, breathing it, and saying it. Maybe at the end, we won’t look back at ourselves, then wonder how far up the ladder of life we climbed. We won’t wonder if we made it to the top or got as far as we could have. You’ll just see a long line strung out behind you, stretching as far as you can see. Hopefully you’ll look back at that line, turn to me, and say, “You see that? You see how far I traveled to get here? To get to NOW. That’s me back there.” Then I’ll look back there and see where my line crosses yours. I’ll say, “Yep, there’s where you saw me singing in the car.”

Then I’ll roll up my sleeves and pull in that line. I’ll get it tangled and I’ll wad it up and stick it in my pocket. I’d like to tell you that I would send you a smile, tip my hat, and walk off into the sunset. But I’ll probably just shrug. “That’s it I guess?”, my expression might say.

Because the point of it isn’t to go out with a pretend smile on your face. It’s just to go out knowing you have something worthwhile in your pocket, even if it is just a ball of string.