SOC Writing _ 12.8.21

Crazy Days

Why would I start again? Like again again – fucking cups recycling yesterday’s fad into a business that is not cool or partially meaningful. I digress – the world is spinning around my private orbit. The field inside me is far too known. I look over your sleeping body and whisper loving kindness – and my love – to all your parts. For I wish I depart from my own shores and sail to a distant country where I am unknown – the known world is dreary – like my grandmother said – all work and no play makes Matt a dull boy – but what is my work? Loving? Would I be legitimate as I am beyond the way I look, what I put out on the 9-5 5 days a week? Perhaps. Perhaps there is one place you haven’t quite uncovered that is beneath your nose – that thing that is no thing – that location that doesn’t have a map. You don’t have a map. There is no right wrong way here between us – so far we’ve travelled that must already be abundantly clear. I want you. I don’t – I move into a field that is perfectly you and me and then back to my corn field of dreams – waking wearily at night under a slender moon and really should go out wandering because wondering in this mind is getting really old and torrid. The out there universe full of things I have not seen or experienced – we experience our way into new ways of being you said – like riding a bike – we don’t think that behaviour. What in me wants to live into new today? This day of hours, sands and children – fish guts  - tree planting and a host of glances of intensity – thinking and acting on the visa – you have a hot look about you – like you are bread – yeasty and cracking straight from the oven. Melt butter over you and devour an entire loaf in one setting. Fucking Jesus – lets make that band – lets play again – lets forget remembering who we are – who we think we are. Dan said: I’m the poster boy of following your heart, reaching to new frontiers – I need to hear that – hear that in my life there is no going back, now, to look forward and purchase a ticket to heaven.