from nothing, naked and crying we end up with all this baggage, many of us still in tears. seemingly out of thin air life bombards us with issues, feelings and choices. thousands each day, multiple choices that in themselves lead us towards a choose your own ending adventure. even staying in bed does not quiet the mind, doing nothing compounds the reactions that are coming. with each day the music seems to amplify, it is already so damn loud yet at least i am avoiding the panic attacks that are coming at my friends.

it will quiet. for all of us. these objects collected will fall apart, get lost and lose their meaning. all this noise will go its way. like heavy rains the morning after, a wet surface is all i can remember. i have used time to escape my issues before, left things to fester until i no longer see them, in the horizon new dreams await. i close my eyes, i breath in, i watch the thoughts unravel and move on. i let go.

each friend, discussion, and day naturally comes to an end. permanence impossible unless you count the end– but even that we will wake from. our favorite song stops, our eyes get tired, we give up that last fight, that last morsel of food. we change our surroundings, switch our attention, turn at the fork until we forget what or where home is. our feelings, the weather, the aches in our legs, our hope and dreams….all pulling at one another in a tug-of-war of contentment and complement. soon it will not matter, it never did. soon our own war will confront us, unable to control a fate we never had a chance in. free will, another trick, like the ego, like us going to the moon, all of it fairyland with fairy dust.