July 20, 2012
Walking to the beach makes me feel like I have OCD
Because when I walk I make it a point to skip the spaces between blocks
Just like I make it a point to skip the bullshit lines when talking to real people
And use them when I feel like I’m being fed bullshit
Real kosher gluten free bullshit
Straight from the bottle
Sometimes I get so bored I start looking for meaning in people’s eyes
Even people I don’t know
If I feel sad listening to a song on my IPod
I suddenly look up from the cracks
And strike daggers in a passerby’s eyes
What did I do to deserve such a look? Such a person might ask
I’ll tell you why you deserve it – because you didn’t look at me in such a way first
You didn’t look to me for meaning in a summer evening walk
Or life for that matter
What is this world coming to if we don’t have spontaneity
If not more importantly the need for intense passion
When even the blackness of a person’s pupils isn’t fulfilling
I’ll stare down the sun
Daring it to blind me
Why would you blind me when all I’m looking for is meaning in this place you nurture and keep alive
Yes there is danger and harm in all of beauty
Summer nights
Orange glowing stars
The radiant taillights of hundreds of cars that I bid goodbye as they pass under me while I stand on the highway bridge
I guess those cracks in the sidewalk can be annoying
But in the end they’re all I’ve got to lead me to wherever I want to go