the other morning i was on my way to school when i found this dead crow in the road.
i read that it's good luck in some places...like Russia.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Dead Crow
the other morning i was on my way to school when i found this dead crow in the road.
i read that it's good luck in some places...like Russia.
Dark Night
sometimes…life is hard. hard like when you're riding a skateboard, cruising along a familiar sidewalk and you're so sure of your way that you completely miss the little pebble on an otherwise-smooth stretch of concrete and you go from cruising in real time to falling in slow motion to >>>SMACK<<< your whole body is suddenly acquainted with the finite qualities of concrete.
and it's hard. and unforgiving. and it hurts. knees, hands, elbows were all thrown in front of you to catch your fall so they get the brunt of the pain. scrapes and road rashes tell the tale and remind you every time you move again, i look back on my old journals and i see countless occasions of having to confront the concrete reality of our world - bills, debts, obligations, joblessness. situations i've gotten myself into and out of go in obvious circles and cycles. summarily, success follows and eventually back down to the valley and back at the foot of another mountain to climb.
walking through this dark valley has been full of disappointments, fake-outs, surprises of all kinds. its piling and mounting weight eventually becomes overwhelming and i can no longer bear the burden of another stark reality being revealed to me. i become crushed under the heaviness of the dark nothing of things not known and succumb to the weight of the void. i take a deep breath and disappear forever into the abyss, becoming one with dark matter. i imagine the darkness and me hurtling through vast, open, empty space, shot through infinite blackness in search of indefinite light. tearing through wormholes, exploring eternal extremities.
when things get shitty, you can almost plan on them getting shittier before they get better.
the darkest of night is just before dawn and all that.
eagerly, i await the dawn.
and it's hard. and unforgiving. and it hurts. knees, hands, elbows were all thrown in front of you to catch your fall so they get the brunt of the pain. scrapes and road rashes tell the tale and remind you every time you move again, i look back on my old journals and i see countless occasions of having to confront the concrete reality of our world - bills, debts, obligations, joblessness. situations i've gotten myself into and out of go in obvious circles and cycles. summarily, success follows and eventually back down to the valley and back at the foot of another mountain to climb.
walking through this dark valley has been full of disappointments, fake-outs, surprises of all kinds. its piling and mounting weight eventually becomes overwhelming and i can no longer bear the burden of another stark reality being revealed to me. i become crushed under the heaviness of the dark nothing of things not known and succumb to the weight of the void. i take a deep breath and disappear forever into the abyss, becoming one with dark matter. i imagine the darkness and me hurtling through vast, open, empty space, shot through infinite blackness in search of indefinite light. tearing through wormholes, exploring eternal extremities.
when things get shitty, you can almost plan on them getting shittier before they get better.
the darkest of night is just before dawn and all that.
eagerly, i await the dawn.
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