The world's best

Best feeling of all. Being weightless. Laying your head out the car window, the wind, and earth flowing through your nose, brain, skin, hair. Never am I as relaxed as when I can't open my eyes. When the wind forces me to shut my mouth and open my ears to the world surging around me. Can't explain the sunset seen from window sill at 40 miles per hour, being kissed by the final UV rays of a summer day.

It's a welcome change to my normal day of climate controlled insanity. The sun can't shine where there are no windows. The wind won't blow where we don't let it. Let me fight the ocean, let me taste it's salt, fill my lungs, hands, blood with this earth. It's more natural than tiled floors and kiosks filled with hand-soap and free samples.

What is it?

What is it that makes the day go by for you? Is it that money in your wallet or the smoke in your lungs? Is it the words on the page of the clouds in the sky? Is it the car that you drive or the music in your ears? Is it the skin that can't live in or the person you can't live without? It is the bed you climb into or out of? Is it the people you work with or the people at home? Is it buried int hat book or written in the sand? Is it on a computer screen or hidden beneath the ground? Is it the water in your eyes or the clothes on your back? Is the blood that flows through you or the things you can't understand? Is it this one or that one?

Can you explain any choice you have ever made? Can you make them make sense? Can you justify it all? Who are you justifying it to? Do you even understand the original thoughts you used to have? Can you feel the beat? Can you feel?

Do you? Can you? Will you? Who? You?

Me?

Yes.

A hero is a hero

This day of the year, these hol(mark)idays that seem so much to those who are honored. These days fall by the waste side, like Valentine's day for people you can't fuck. When I love someone, respect someone, appreciate someone, I do so everyday. In this world we have people who need a special day, a dot on the calendar to tell someone you love them. Breaks my fucking heart. Where are the "Cynical Lost Son's Day" cards Hallmark? You could make a fortune. Believe me.