"Getting High - An Entry"

I see the universe and I know that I am free from all doubt. Everything just is. My eye spins and I’m seeing nothing but a brief glimpse of the future. A flicker and touch of the reality that just lies beyond all of us. We are so small in our very being. I need to touch myself to know that I’m still here. My cat is my body and my body is my soul. My cat, myself, my love. Too slow for words. It’s going away. I need more but I can’t move on. I need to sleep. No I don’t. The sheets move a momentary too late for it to be in sync with my sensors. There’s something here in me. I can move and see if I dare. If I am brave enough to feel myself sucked whole into this being called humanity. I hate this feeling of going away. You don’t know me enough to judge the pain I’ve been through. I hate you. I hate you all. And if that’s not enough, I’ll be in the ditch tomorrow sponging off corpses of those that have gone before me. I must not go there. Not tonight. If I was cold, I’d be warmer. Warmer then I would be in your embrace. I love you. I’m sorry.

  ¶ 10/22/2004 06:26:00 PM