Do Not Die Before Friday (1)

 “Yellow paper and a red pen.” That’s what she said. “Write with a pencil,” he said, “it’s smoother on paper.” Write what comes to mind as it comes to mind, that’s what I imagine Virginia would’ve said. A stream of consciousness is what is there for you to make sense of this thing you call your life. 

See my sweatpants? 

Drowning in a river of nostalgia of past identities and present ones. You're here as you were there. So you, so true like monks on mountains and fish in the sea. Monks would stay monks dead in the sea, and the fish would stay fish dead on land. 

See my sweatpants? 

Swimming in a pond of rocks and shells. Remember the time you cut your feet? Who would've thought it would've been the same place? And in a month or two, who would think it would be the same place to lose it all? 

See my sweatpants? 

Floating in a red sea that is as blue as the colorless skies, you close your eyes and feel the immensity of water on your body and watch with all but your eyes how your body and the waters are not so different -in harmony. And there, I call. 

See my sweatpants? 

What about flying? Birds chirping at midnight, following the beat of the land to find, and mesmerizing you like no music you'll ever hide. 

See my sweatpants? 

I'm no buddha sitting under no tree. Then why could I be all wise and free? Why would I reclaim balance with smoke while I, the stranger, tell you what you are? And how could a stranger stop you from dying on any day? 

See my sweatpants? 

You haven't lost yourself yet. I can see glimpses of it. But it hasn't changed at all, my dear. Places, times change. But the core, no matter how we may choose to define such a thing, remains the same -at least that's my case. 

See my sweatpants? 

You have missed me? Pathetic. I missed you? 

See my sweatpants? 

Twenty seconds, twenty seconds would have kept it at bay. Twenty seconds would have stopped the twenty minutes and the now twenty hours. It would have stopped the clock. Time froze twenty seconds before its time. And here we are frozen at the end of every bridge. 

See my sweatpants? 
Only if you didn't die before Friday. 


Recommended song(s): 
Leave a Light on, Tom Walker 
I Feel Like I'm Drowning, Two Feet
A Waltz for a Night, Julie Delpy 


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