3.8.12

what do you call 1000 hippies falling from the sky?

take your ass off the sofa and put it on the ground.
the cement the grass the wooden step whatever works.
you're here today because you've been lucky.
maybe you've been loving and living and longing for something else
but for right now you're here and here you are.

breathing is different with your eyes closed.
breathe in,
but close your eyes first and it's something else.
the air wanders through like an after-dinner mint
refreshing.
strong.
necessary.
different.
Different is always good because it's not the same and if we think of it that way then we're thinking straight.
can you imagine a world that was different from ours yet entirely
the same?
what would we call it?
similar?

breathe out,
but open your eyes this time and see that you're living.
feel yourself in this world
feel the cement the grass the wood step underneath your ass
take it in and believe that this is the only place you're supposed to be right now
and right now this is the place for you.
Now is everything you've been living and loving and longing for.
can you imagine it any other way?
satisfied?

some would call it, Acid Rain.

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