There is a mental state
I strive to achieve a homeostatic state a humming a lull like those alpha wave tapes they sold in the 60's
I need to hear that in my head all day. Instead of the clanging of my thoughts and the clashing of my
wants versus what I should do need to do and the sad, bright violins from "Sunshine" so melancholy
so consistent that remind me how it is not to have anyone understand
He was the gift that made a piece of my present bearable.
Days laden with mediocrity, he gave me something to think about someone to talk to where before deafening silence reigned and drove me to the insanity of insominia. Even there he kept me company into the wee hours of inevitable exhaustion. With no rehearsal my response always matched his call and in a world of strangers, i finally met someone from back home. And he reminded me that there we're beautiful in any shape so long as we laugh and said what was on on our mind, and didn't take ourselves or others too seriously. I guess that had been lost in translation on arrival. And living his present once makes me never want to come again... because it would never be as much fun.
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