Are we going to be bothered about a little disagreement on the confines of reality? We can go back and forth on who knows best and who is deluded but you don’t get to draw the line where happenings happen because you can’t envisage a place for all of them. Have the heart to indulge a story, but then maybe we lack mental capacity we could share diagrammatically. What vengeance this swells inside of me. Feel free to offer a challenge but please don’t disintegrate me.
I mean, let’s just say ghouls sneak and whales speak, not to annoy each other but to let us know about our astro worldly expositions. Epic encounters, between what matters and what might as well fall over in the shower. Hear me out, no, this time your reason doesn’t matter. I’m making it about me, I doubt we can connect our threads. Just because sometimes I believe what isn’t commonly said.
I don’t mean to jostle for attention. I’m just injured as I feel my views have not been taken to be serious. Everything becomes a zero-sum equation, when both our ideas about what’s happening could give the world some flavour. You’ve got your own palate but I also deserve the opportunity to develop mine. Else we’re carrying on within a foolhardy circumference. And even if the world owes us nothing whilst it wobbles on its axis, the way it continues around the sun gives us energy we can do what we want with.
So, close your eyes, reach out and see what grabs your smile’s attention. Appreciate whatever gets offered in that second. Maybe it’s related to what you pickled in when you had your own misadventure, psychonautical or whatever, maybe that already seems lost forever. The details are not what I’m fretting over. It just feels so wasteful to give up what had so much meaning. Forced to wean ourselves back onto the real, as we let our hyperextended selves be buried in what it is we’re supposed to be feeling.
Instead, we could remember what it is to have our hearts flutter with impossibility or prangs of terror as the barrier between our living selves and what comes after dissolves from the remotest dot to something coming in the next seconds. Without these emotions, including their extremist manifestations, the world would just go on empty. A desert of meaning.
I want to think we rebelled against that idea and ignited the fumes to kick off spluttering, before hurtling onwards towards a new predicament. An excursion that hasn’t left us broken but opens up some new reckoning. Sometimes it just takes a little work with the thesaurus to realise that the framing hasn’t already been done and there’s opportunity in chiselling out a new understanding. Not one that has been handed down, some poisoned trap that may be a struggle to break out from. Something that can better be danced with, a festive revolt. An excursion.