Places on My Body

ty well of dream juice or at least that’s how it felt sitting in my mind . I kept trying not to bite my cracked lips or anything that felt like I could rip off of my body or change the course of. There must be more to this. I thought, there had to be more to it. Why the hell is this all playing out this way? Why can’t I just be done with this? I started to look for all of the places on my body that itched to shift where my pain and irritation lives in my body.

Wow, really, OK? Is this how we are going to dance? Is this how this is going to play out? Okay, take a breath if you still remember how to do that? That’s silly you… I am breathing, like I always do, only a little bit faster.

The irritation continues and the fortunate; yet feelings of misfortune are showing up in the irritation of the souls of my feet soles. I thought here I go again with have to feel the places on my body. Should I just sit with this or should I just look at this? I would rather just be. This is not pissing me off as much as it could. Glad I figured that out. Yep me too.

Write what’s next, right exactly what is next. Do you really need to know what is next? Nope? Okay then what’s next? I was planning on writing that down next. You know for a person who has their own answers; you can create a circle that takes longer to circumvent than is needed? Is this one of those annoyance, annoying observations? Nah, if it were I would ask it in a different way. There is no circle that needs to be this big that’s all I am saying. Are you really just saying that? Yes that’s all I am really just saying.

The sunshine and hearing people playing in the park will do you some good. Please make it a point to go to the park and have the socially distant hang out even if it’s from the furthest distance of the park. You will thank me on Monday when you are back in your flat and it’s just you and the computer and humidifier again.

Thanks for the reminder. No problem.

During my walk home I start writing a sad-core song and decide to call of friend who produces hit makers. I ask if I can send him a song worth $20,00.00 after taxes. He humors and says yes. I go on about life and continue waiting for some sign in a dream that might inspire a short story worthy of empowering my bank account. The weeks and years move on and I get a message to check my Stripe account from my aforementioned hit maker friend. He says, “EUREKA, that song made you $20,000.00 after taxes. I tell myself I appreciate you. Thanks for the reminder. No problem.