Time: 7:28 PM
Music: Aphex Twin - Hot Buttered Popcorn
Drink: Odwalla Super Protein
And how am I? Really? If you were to compare me to the weather Id be a cloudy day, or the sheets of mid day showers that mist your face as you try to keep your composure, without letting your mascara run. Id be that one time where youre driving down the road and you looked up to see one column of sun peeking through an otherwise overcast day. Id be the cascading sheets of cold air that rush through your sweater as you run to your house, or the freak hailstorm in the middle of June that leaves as fast as it arrives. Id be the forest fire that burns down the hundred year old forest, and the April showers that usher in change. Id be the gust of wind that blew the feathers out of the dandelion before you had a chance to make that wish, and the snow that that lands lightly on the tip of your nose and lasts just long enough for you to catch a glimpse of before the heat from your breath melts it. Id be the dust storm that decorates your body while you peruse the attractions of the Black Rock. Id be the light rain storm that plays all the wind chimes in the neighborhood like an orchestra, and stirs the bamboo to wake you from your rest. If I were celestial object Id be Orion, shooting stars like arrows down at you, but purposely missing. Id be the shy half moon hiding behind clouds when youre out, with just enough of me showing so youll know Im there. Id be the Milky Way, guiding you like an usher down the road of the gods, past the scorpions, and flying fish, dodging the bull, and hoisting you above Andromeda to that place that doesnt exist but should. Id be the white dwarf burning hotter than everything else in sight, but modestly waiting for recognition in the shadow of the sun, or the dark matter that consumes every wish cast into the sky. Id be the black hole chasing satellites, and the dancing rings of Venus. I would be the gravity that spins your world upside down, but keeps you grounded. If I were a scent Id be the smell of your breath as it heats up in a passionate embrace, or the lingering perfume from your hair that clings to my pillowcase. Id be the fragrance of rain on a hot summer day, and the slumbering breath of your dreaming decay. Id be the day old cologne that hangs in the air, and the vanilla creeping out of the cracks in your picture frames. Id be the smell of hot cement that burns your nostrils, and smoke machines from old party venues. Id be smoking burning bodies from a thousand things gone wrong, and the sweet smelling blossoms after the crickets rain song. Ill be twenty three orchids laced up your back, drying from living and blooming to die. If I were a letter, I would be the letter B, made of two circles, one above the other, with one vertical line, showing you the wholeness of life with the circles, the lower world of thoughts (materialism, and physical pleasures) and the higher level of thought (spiritual and metaphysical thinking) flowing all thoughts from man, lower, to god, higher, interpreting the lessons from god, higher, down to man, lower, bringing this vision to life with the vertical line, helping you to seek the truth between god and man. So, when someone asks me How are you? I find it often difficult to answer, and I should pose the question, How shall I explain?
Music: Aphex Twin - Hot Buttered Popcorn
Drink: Odwalla Super Protein
And how am I? Really? If you were to compare me to the weather Id be a cloudy day, or the sheets of mid day showers that mist your face as you try to keep your composure, without letting your mascara run. Id be that one time where youre driving down the road and you looked up to see one column of sun peeking through an otherwise overcast day. Id be the cascading sheets of cold air that rush through your sweater as you run to your house, or the freak hailstorm in the middle of June that leaves as fast as it arrives. Id be the forest fire that burns down the hundred year old forest, and the April showers that usher in change. Id be the gust of wind that blew the feathers out of the dandelion before you had a chance to make that wish, and the snow that that lands lightly on the tip of your nose and lasts just long enough for you to catch a glimpse of before the heat from your breath melts it. Id be the dust storm that decorates your body while you peruse the attractions of the Black Rock. Id be the light rain storm that plays all the wind chimes in the neighborhood like an orchestra, and stirs the bamboo to wake you from your rest. If I were celestial object Id be Orion, shooting stars like arrows down at you, but purposely missing. Id be the shy half moon hiding behind clouds when youre out, with just enough of me showing so youll know Im there. Id be the Milky Way, guiding you like an usher down the road of the gods, past the scorpions, and flying fish, dodging the bull, and hoisting you above Andromeda to that place that doesnt exist but should. Id be the white dwarf burning hotter than everything else in sight, but modestly waiting for recognition in the shadow of the sun, or the dark matter that consumes every wish cast into the sky. Id be the black hole chasing satellites, and the dancing rings of Venus. I would be the gravity that spins your world upside down, but keeps you grounded. If I were a scent Id be the smell of your breath as it heats up in a passionate embrace, or the lingering perfume from your hair that clings to my pillowcase. Id be the fragrance of rain on a hot summer day, and the slumbering breath of your dreaming decay. Id be the day old cologne that hangs in the air, and the vanilla creeping out of the cracks in your picture frames. Id be the smell of hot cement that burns your nostrils, and smoke machines from old party venues. Id be smoking burning bodies from a thousand things gone wrong, and the sweet smelling blossoms after the crickets rain song. Ill be twenty three orchids laced up your back, drying from living and blooming to die. If I were a letter, I would be the letter B, made of two circles, one above the other, with one vertical line, showing you the wholeness of life with the circles, the lower world of thoughts (materialism, and physical pleasures) and the higher level of thought (spiritual and metaphysical thinking) flowing all thoughts from man, lower, to god, higher, interpreting the lessons from god, higher, down to man, lower, bringing this vision to life with the vertical line, helping you to seek the truth between god and man. So, when someone asks me How are you? I find it often difficult to answer, and I should pose the question, How shall I explain?
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