Vagabonda

whatever i may say, i really can't complain about life. i am far more blessed both materially and otherwise than many others, even if i never do have money to go out and have been walking around in shoes with holes for a year. after weeding out the users, phonies, and generally rude/unresponsive, i believe what i am left with are a decent bunch of misfits who seriously have my back and i am grateful for every one of them. those of u who make me feel loved know who you are and mean more to me than anything else. when i actually clean it, my apartment is quite decent even if a little small. if nothing else, i can no longer complain i am dying of boredom because my life has been more than interesting and only makes me want to pursue more....i've had 18 or so official roommates, lived in 12 different places (not counting the hotels i've had extended stays in....as in months at a time), 3 countries, seen a fair bit of the northwest corner of the world, met enough fascinating characters and had enough experiences to at least interest me in where life is going, and That is always something to live for..................Lateralus • ToolBlack then white are all I see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn beyond the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend.Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.Black then white are all I see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see there is so much more and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn outside the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend.Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random. Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.With my feet upon the ground I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in, I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out, I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me. And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.Spiral out. Keep going, going...