Friday, May 21, 2010

i want it i want it.

i wonder how many things God has to dress up for us to do them. Like, if someone (or some sense of something) told you to go somewhere to do something would you do it
         
                                  unless it was dressed up in something uniquely palatable to you?
                                      and what you want at the moment?
                                              or what you've had to experience to get your defenses down?

I call that God.

'Cause in the past year I've found myself listening to something coming from somewhere hoping it'll lead me
and it usually leads to writing
from an experience that I know will be important in the maybe not so long span of things

like when I went to Carnegie Hall to see this big shot violinist... no non nono that's the wrong word 'cause it wasn't like he was an asshole, just super talented... searching for some___ i thought was coming and instead I met a quasi-homeless man and ended up talking to him for 30 minutes. wrote about it. what else was i supposed to do?

N-E-who, i don't know how to start this sentence. It wasn't given to me yet. THERE, I got it. Some things are special. Wanting is special, with good intent... and wanting is indivisible. You want, and not less. Or you're lying to yourself. And that hurts. Lying hurts.

Goodbye.

And just because i've been listening to it for the past couple days.




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