Moments and Things smacking me in the face because i've been staring blankly at the floor so long, that it actually began to feel right. The things that reminisce, but sometimes its not about a memory, and I realize its not really nostalgia because it never existed in my memory bank, it was never there... It's just this overwhelming feeling of some Thing, or place, person, that you want to exist with.. right now.. and then I look ahead, taking everything and nothing in at once, like a sailor staring out at the sea, a deeper understanding of it all.. the sun beating down on his head, that sea breeze, and rogue waves, land, longing, regret, joy, bliss, loss, gritty nails and blood shot eyes forgetting, and remembering, love... and then the wave, yeah that rogue, shocking Life the day-to-day, smelling-salts for this mopey mess we got ourselves into.. shocking shocking, and that wave.. soaking us before we die of thirst.. I almost feel upset when I'm saved, because it reveals how deprived I've been, how deep I am down here, but I can't sulk for long when the answer is enveloping me, so I enjoy it, like a good book or move or trip or song this answer.. and sometimes the past is evoked, but not always my past, just a past, and I wonder how I know of this time, and place, and thing... and I don't know.. but that guitar comes in and I know it's my Time to go..
