I breathed in a job today. It smelled the same as when I left the last one. I wonder how long I will endure this one before my body is so run down that I will be forced to choose again. I wonder how long I will be able to fill myself with the company of friends and strangers to push the sadness from my mind. I wonder how much energy it will take to delude myself and if it will work.
Lightning & thunder storms outside; reflections of inside me. Rumble. When I hold someone the pain goes away because it's something that is as exquisite as when I write a poem or teach a concept.
There is nothing blurry about seeing so deeply that it brings tears.
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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.
