it's something like 2 am on a tues in Asheville NC and i am packing my bags for westerly lands where the sky cracks open wide and maybe the ocean is warm enough to dip in. Buchanon Ave has been perfect haven for me to smooth some jagged edges in me. having been at Short Mountain (Theme Park) prior, i have watched much dust settle, and seen new dust rise. relationships... the exquisite danger of putting one's own happiness in another among such risen dust. the desire for reciprocity, and the acceptance and deepening that has resulted from it's absence. thirst quenched in thirsting. if my body were a river i would give myself to the sun only to fall as rain.
i go first to visit my folks in KY in specific my pops, who is traversing some steep slopes of late. what a cryin' shame it'd be to realize what all i've got, when it's gone... guess that's the paradox. gratitude. blessed be all my homies out there know no doubt you're also in here.