i owe alot to a little, running in one direction only to return to the start and tighten the figure eight, 8, miles ahead in the distant memory lies the lies told secretly by originality and flavor, the two lost souls propelling forward into the night sky conundrum, a little salt goes a long way.......
to stumble and fall begets a loss of skin and a furthering of the fast twitch, preferable to a slow simmer in a satisfactory sulk, meaning nothing and something all at once because nothing is something after all, if only to continue an ongoing conversation....................
the line between reality and fantasy grows more thin by the day, thin line it is and constructive movements lag a bit behind, the time to move on has come, or maybe come and gone, who knows, some people in some towns just have a certain look, ya know?..............
aimless wanderings in a suprise snowy scape, the tropical breeze beckons but goes unanswered, responses only in short bursts of want and necessity, no amount of smooth brained new age spirituality will save you from the wrongdoings of the past, i think each item must be addressed and atoned for sooner or later with none other than oneself, pay your fucking debts.......................
the advance of negligence has given way to a new respect for time and effort, suspicious as though it may seem, on a good day the wishes are effortless, on another labored and lacking intuition, instinct lives in the moment and the moments were and are plenty, as a matter of fact they are always........
from the front it's all business, from the back it is all pleasure, read and reread the complaints, studied the treetops and peaks, breathed easier as la fronterra disappears into the south, it is what it is and it won't be ever again, try as i might, and i will try again..........
sitting still after days of movement, listening to the soft snores, standing watch. the silence outside broken by the warm winds, but only until dark when the coyotes take over. the mornings are magical, the reality is what is made of it, could we live here? sure thing, will we live here, never will be certain of that one, although the magic is certainly real...............