I understand the hunger of the real world. It paces me, follows me like my own shadow. I have had many a conversation with it, in grimy diners and noisy machine rooms. The hunger never seems to be rattled, and never seems to sit still. Even motionless, the edges of it blur. I gave up long ago on rubbing my eyes, or focusing. But that makes my head hurt, and now I have no idea what to do.
No. No. That isn't quite true. The back of my mind knows what to do. The front of my mind has so far resisted making the adjustments necessary to sharpen the picture.
Then, today, I heard something I really needed to hear, but no one who could say it to me.
It's hero time.
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ah the sweaty rollins. used to love going to his post-black-flag spoken word gigs :0)
ReplyDeleteI was going to say something grand, but I'm too distracted by the shirtless men.
ReplyDeleteI might have to watch that again.
xx
I think everyone needs their own... personal....Rollins
ReplyDeleteIt's time to align your body with your mind.
ReplyDeleteA bit late for me but what the heck.