Sunday, November 14, 2010
Post Eighty-Nine: How Far Can I Go?
I'm sensing the need rising. Go. Do. See. Feel. If the corpses could talk to me, live through me, what would they urge?
I asked a dead man today but his fixed and dilated moon gazers admitted nothing. What help was he, other than acting as the reminder in focus that in the end we're just skin and bones and all alone. I guess thats help enough. Another post-it note opportunity for some emotional reconnaissance.
Why do I feel the need to run if being alone is not the goal? Dead of Brisbane, answer me this!
Peace. (And help me find mine...)