i'm not sure why the hell i volunteered to work another double tomorrow....
today i stood around useless and spaced out on cold meds. yesterday i told the girl in training that i am a devil worshipper and not to mind my shrine to satan in the bathroom on the left...
(she may or may not have known i was joking. i didn't bother to clarify.)
five minutes after meeting me:
"that black car with all the skulls in it outside must be yours?"
yes. that is correct...
that comment made me feel like, so metal, dude.
anyway i found my last journal entry from the mexico adventure. i don't know how i left it out of that massive blog from a few days ago. anyways. here it is:
march 18th 2009. fuck time:00 p.m.
cruising along a louisiana highway. its a beautiful day for driving. well, every day is beautiful for driving in its own aspect i suppose.
red cheeks and tip of nose. a gift from the hot texas sun as i floated down the freeway in a universe of my own, lost in the pages of a book.
the season's are changing. and right on time.
i miss you, mexico.
i was sad to leave when i crossed back onto american soil via foot as the dawn broke this morning.
although, i do welcome the return to the road.
constant motion. dig the journey.
another piece of what i've been searching for all along has fallen into place.
my awakening has been slow...
and now i see it. that one could never handle such a strong dose of true life all at once.
letting every fix consume me completely.
bathing in satisfaction.
i feel as though i must be fully immersed
but as the soothing waters of being truly alive continue to rise,
i realize i am barely submerged ankle deep.
comfort in silence.
patience with words.
acceptance of unrecorded thought.
the sun sets peacefully before me after graciously providing another day.
barefaced at last. and the wind is feeling different.
every gentle touch of nature moves straight to my soul.
what is happening in this moment and what lies ahead are a mystery.
the moon will soon rise to tell me this is alright.
that everything is in its right place.
(as the sun fades i feel it melt beyond my now unmasked eyes, become one with the raw complexity of my soul)
i realize that i have begun to know this already.
i can still feel mexico city though it creeps further into the distance with every letter that i write.
well, really...i just feel the earth.
we are all one.
i wish the soft tingle of my breath on your neck to carry this song in the breeze and stir in you a subtle transformation...
my words can only go so far, but i will carry this with me.
to whom it may concern:
i will be here when you wake...
goodnight.
<3 Rexx
today i stood around useless and spaced out on cold meds. yesterday i told the girl in training that i am a devil worshipper and not to mind my shrine to satan in the bathroom on the left...
(she may or may not have known i was joking. i didn't bother to clarify.)
five minutes after meeting me:
"that black car with all the skulls in it outside must be yours?"
yes. that is correct...
that comment made me feel like, so metal, dude.
anyway i found my last journal entry from the mexico adventure. i don't know how i left it out of that massive blog from a few days ago. anyways. here it is:
march 18th 2009. fuck time:00 p.m.
cruising along a louisiana highway. its a beautiful day for driving. well, every day is beautiful for driving in its own aspect i suppose.
red cheeks and tip of nose. a gift from the hot texas sun as i floated down the freeway in a universe of my own, lost in the pages of a book.
the season's are changing. and right on time.
i miss you, mexico.
i was sad to leave when i crossed back onto american soil via foot as the dawn broke this morning.
although, i do welcome the return to the road.
constant motion. dig the journey.
another piece of what i've been searching for all along has fallen into place.
my awakening has been slow...
and now i see it. that one could never handle such a strong dose of true life all at once.
letting every fix consume me completely.
bathing in satisfaction.
i feel as though i must be fully immersed
but as the soothing waters of being truly alive continue to rise,
i realize i am barely submerged ankle deep.
comfort in silence.
patience with words.
acceptance of unrecorded thought.
the sun sets peacefully before me after graciously providing another day.
barefaced at last. and the wind is feeling different.
every gentle touch of nature moves straight to my soul.
what is happening in this moment and what lies ahead are a mystery.
the moon will soon rise to tell me this is alright.
that everything is in its right place.
(as the sun fades i feel it melt beyond my now unmasked eyes, become one with the raw complexity of my soul)
i realize that i have begun to know this already.
i can still feel mexico city though it creeps further into the distance with every letter that i write.
well, really...i just feel the earth.
we are all one.
i wish the soft tingle of my breath on your neck to carry this song in the breeze and stir in you a subtle transformation...
my words can only go so far, but i will carry this with me.
to whom it may concern:
i will be here when you wake...
goodnight.
<3 Rexx
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Acacia is supposed to be coming too.
Just let me know!
I hope it all works out!