I have so many thoughts about life and about love. The basic emotions are, needless to say, Love and Hate. And with this pattern I choose to live my life; Black or White. I had a young intoxicated woman stand in front of me and say my name in away that made my soul spread it’s wings once again. A new found hope in life and in the pursuit of something beautiful all I could do is lean in and absorb her beautiful smile. Because I fall in love with actions and not people; it leaves me open to all kinds of possibilities. I want to see a little good in all that is bad...and I see nothing less that Bad in all that we hold Good. There is a certain way a person feels when they have found a particular situation that makes them float 2 inches from the Earth. There is a certain way a person can speak to you which will make you feel as though you are at your zenith. When everything is most right with the world and when you are at one with yourself and surroundings all the heinous depressions are at bay and you are free once more to come out of your shell, out into an open world of hunger and vegetation. The health of feeling good about someone or something.
This does exist, reader. This exists on many levels including one in particular. When you feel as though no one can understand a single strand of hair as to how you are perceiving life at the exact moment of your realization, someone can say to you in a tone to which your soul will ignite in a furious blast of unimaginable energy... And all that is said is “Jim, I feel a little fucked up right now...” add a giggle to the end and some emphasis on the name, and you have renewed self importance, if only for a second, it can taunt you if only for years.
Let’s say that life really isn’t what it is cracked up to be, and let’s say for a brief moment, or two, that your beloved narrator is doomed to die. Then let’s say a relationship can only last 6 moments and nothing more. Then are those six moments worth more than the lifetime in which it took to conjure those moments?
To battle against oppression...that's where my comrades lye.
It Never Got Weird Enough For me.
Thus Spoke Zarathustra,
Raoul H. Duke