The sun has fallen down behind the rocky Western wall, parallel to the 15 FWY. The valley begins to color the dusk hues. Some hard hitting trancitic sounds are streaming through Nathan's car and I'm so inspired right now. I can feel a well of tears behind my eyes. But why should I be sad? Perhaps it is not sadness at all. Perhaps the convergence of too many emotions at once leaves me with few other forms of expression.
STATE LINE...we cross it. And I still think I'm building bridges that lost their stilts.
We're returning home from a 36 hour stay in Las Vegas. Enough time to be down $100, spend some time with Aries & Art, meet up for a talk with Darrin and enjoy some solitude along the strip.
With sunglasses off, I still have some light to write by. Always these road trips give me fuel for words. Art's house sold on Saturday. Now begins the process of moving crap back to my mom's/brother's house. Joy.
The talk. I'm seeing the sun right now and though it looks another color---pinkish---it's only the setting and position in the sky that makes it look different. It felt good to talk, but I don't really know what it changes. I'm still in conflict with myself and he's still himself.
Red sky bye. Beautiful. I love too much. "Who's your daddy?"
j.r.me
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
