It’s been a while since pop’s decided he was ready to perma-shift into another realm, the ether. Everything slowed down for a bit you know, like during that time (covid) when it felt as if a piece of me was timestamped and yet time continued. The allure, the hopelessness, and oh yeah, when the beauty of perception was at it’s best. Now, things (life) continues but the memory lingers, and not in a bad way. I keep thinking that we didn’t get one final chat but there will be many more, many other memories to be made in another life time. And so the show goes on, and as it transpires the audience slowly disappears and the amphitheater gets filled with new ones, like a cycle.
The older I get, the closer I get to start thinking about my exit strategy and it’s not this, oh no don’t do it kind of thing (self decay), it’s more like the HAPPENING. Things happen, the world, casuality, and time happens, all which along with the YOUR universe don’t care about your Weltanschauung. That is just how things are, and yeah you can claw and argue that it’s different. It might be, but oh boy does it feel so like I am telling you now.
A beer, a promise, a new horizon for the time being. Being human is so many things that we will never agree on everything but we might agree on something, silence is inevitable.
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