Cease and desist I will never forget it leap these faith skips don’t faze me anymore there’s something enticing about the horizon the unknown and even though I have nothing today I am riches tomorrow and somewhere along the way time stops to let matter do what matters, my sunshine days are much closer to me than I let myself believe because my facets are scattered but still connected to meet the ultimate becoming I am BLIND but I will never give up hope that my life is full of color and one day I’ll see that I didn’t need to see at all it’s within me coming down in waterfalls my mind soul something is much more enticing than any outside mastery can take but maybe for dessert it will satisfy my ravenous wanting.

Fade in to the out the other side you forgot about the real is in your head completely internalized waiting to see the outside you don’t understand the superscene of science how you can have it all any second now you will fall in love and this is what you’ve always dreamed about the levels life has construed come unglued you have no basis to hide against only forward, onward, upward to some point in space behind your eyes always dark but brighter than the rest of the world you’ve seen, there’s just so much more to skip about and whoop aloud and sing there’s an infinite chance to slipstream praises because life loves you and you’re the hardest damn thing to romance but if you know you have the chance to be with life then take it take it all and don’t look back ask no questions simply be ready to answer the call when we tell you and life will unveil the showers of gifts and I love you’s it’s not life or death stakes just take it.



In love with the dream the hopscotch stream to uncover discover the real world behind the veil the parts that walk higher than shadows and meadows hide in this kind of undisturbed life of daring pioneering.

My head is clearing and I know what I want, the undiscoverable, the unachievable, the parts that we say are all in our heads but the time is ungluing.

The truth is I’m looking for myself in the incomplete moments and transient glimpses of something love, surrender in the moment discover of the present tense we know we can go anywhere we want yet we seldom chance the opportunity to go here here here and wherever inside the rhyme is all in my head and the flow is something dreadful but I love it anyways in the here skipping beats making points incomplete I don’t need anything other than me to tell myself what to do and what to see and isn’t that remarkably tantalizing, romantic, powerful where I can control the threads that surround me and become something better than I thought I could be because I forget myself in these daydreams and perhaps that’s the best thing because I am more than myself, my perspective, my unending capacity to devour all that I desire more more more every moment a new thing to explore to my head into my eyes skipping grazing devouring, probably crazy but having tons of fun and that’s all that matters in the long run is the knowing that the flow comes from playing around and never stopping to get to the next grand adventure exploit whether it’s in a town or the middle of the night in the nowhere we tell ourselves to fear because we don’t know what’s there.

The thing about the flow is that it goes wherever it will choose to go and control just makes it go wonky crooked whirling messes but no bother trying to get it fixed there’s points like that everywhere when we look with flipped perspectives our vision skewed but always, always back to the new the grand the conquest of new lands dreamed and undreamed, terribly personal and unseen completely sometimes just a memory or a construct of a memory; it will never be the same as the real thing and the reality will never be the same as the fantasy.


Whoops, wrong turn. What to do now but move on? Maybe I’ll still get to where I’m going, everyone will just be missing their faces or something.

I don’t really get to decide where I go.

I used to think I did– train hopping at 4 am to get from one state to the other– but sometimes you can’t plan where you end up. I certainly haven’t.

I’m okay with that though, really. Once you get over not knowing where you are, not being able to find your way back and you start meeting so many strange and fascinating beings– well, I can make my way around.

For how long?

…Well, I’m not really sure of how long I’ve been doing this to begin with. I don’t think about it much, why would I when there’s so many mountains to climb and underground civilizations to discover and sunsets to see? Going home doesn’t really matter to me. Everything here is much more colorful than I was, anyway….


Going down stairs she doesn’t walk, she skips and her bags sway lightly not the kind of chunk you’d expect of such footwork but of course she makes it look easy and I have never seen someone move with such joy and purpose, nor have I ever felt such joy coming from being a witness to her unabashed glee.

And me, there’s too much to take in the stop of the city is unlike anything I’ve ever conceived; my breath is taken by the heights and the light and the transparency of this strange place.

She twirls ahead and waits, taking me in taking it in and she’s laughing, have you ever seen something so marvelous?

I feel a lot of feelings but every time I try to put a word to them I draw a blank, so I nod with an expression I hope is enthusiastic enough to convey that this place and this guide is really all a surprise I mean I should photograph this place sometime it’s all rainbow hues of glittery nothing, what are buildings are gauzy transparency the kind of clouds refracting insubstantially, I’m not kidding.
‘s something straight out of my dreams.

Sweet dreams, rendezvousing at a later point where the points don’t quite connect or make sense, there’s an intense desire to show you everything but sometimes the secret is just as tantalizing as uncovering the mystery, in fact, it is always covered under the covenant of flabbergasting every onlooker looking there’s no way you can pay attention so good to catch all the little points and nuances but Sherlock Holmes sure could and you’re not him and he never was.

Splicing our futures to find something dandy and everlasting and older than never and always undone. Freedom is sought in any form you can believe in, and the joy is in every moment you choose to be free. Remember, you can have anything if you let us lead the way.


The mirror flips and I am back in the place I wanted so desperately to leave.