crowings

Tonight I was walking around alone, drunk, lost, confused and feeling a real bit of sorry, when a beatup camry drove by, its windows sealing it in from the cold, but not enough to resist the 100 decibels of this song ballasting brilliantly into space. I stopped in my tracks and followed that tune as it sang off into distant obscurity and all the hardness of my exterior, the discomforts I'd wrapped myself in, began to melt into a warm puddle. I looked up and around, the trees and pale moon my witnesses, wondering how the universe managed to throw that melodious gospel at me, at that time. And at the end, I just smiled and turned around.

You can't reawaken to a different life. You can only have your own life handed back to you, like a tailor who's dragging his cloths behind him. Some events leave an ineffable mark and some wash off with time. Keep your heart dear - wild as it may be - and I hope when you look around you'll see the blazing glory of the universe unfolding in its infinite cascades of possibilities, and find it's worth your time.

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P.S. On an unrelated and less hoo-hah-ey note: have I ever mentioned how irrationally happy it makes me when 'pool beats an Italian team? I've become completely convinced that this "man" is actually an Elven prince, sent to our realm to bring us light and hope in this, our direst hour - complete with (totally sick) Tengwar tats.