Breathe in.

Breathe out,

Slowly.

Once more.

In…out….

Once more…

In recent states of thought I often forget to breathe. Sometimes I watch a movie or read a book, or sit on a rock on a mountain and simply forget.

Then suddenly it all comes back to me. The memory of being alive.

OH SHIT! FUCK THAT! I AIN’T DOIN’ IT!

I don’t know how Bukowski did it. 2 bottles of wine a night. What I need is some water….

The moon is full, energy feels like it’s coursing through every fiber of being, revelations of a sort leap from the sea, buzzing vibrating shimmering. You want to touch to reach out and you know it will be pointless. You want a sign some guidance some helpful hints and all you get are answers to questions you’d hoped were dead and forgotten. Then they’re answered and you are baffled by this confluence this focus thisstream that sweeps you up and carries you away.

This night was…interesting. This night has been elucidating. This moment is quite curious.

Sometimes I just wish it all were…simpler.