the opening in the sky

I picked the longest song and let it take me along the golden highway of dreams. There was no plan to follow, no plan to have to swallow. No mood that needed to be corrected, no filter that needed to be injected. It was just me and the universe and the ride was significant enough for me to see the opening in the sky. What I saw was striking and unclear as it should be.
There can be nothing worse than having a map layed out for me to follow. At the same time not acting on the favored plain cannot be used as an excuse to scatter and fold from within. Those within times are reserved for instances nobody can tell or dwell about. Following a plan for me is absolutely useless. My plan is to maintain a considerable portion of time devoted to the saturation of silence as I continue listening to that song that takes me home; where little spectors roam singing their songs in somber, soft tones. LLc 98.2

their brightest star

My seeming sight is not devoted to what is seen. Moreover it is not designed to play that game at all. My seeming sight allows me to see the darkest corners in people; the parts clear but hidden in plain view. My seeming sight never lets me down and is rarely taken off course even by the wildest of costumes or the dreariest of suits. The fact is, there is nothing, no amount of glitter one can put on themselves that will hide the genuine them. It is the distance they reach and the words they preach that give them away immediately. The tones and tangents they ride upon say volumes about the ones they are, their brightest star. LLc 98.2

somekind of obvious

It was evident that from the first meeting there was an attraction, an interest if you will. On my side it was hard not to notice your cute little face and soft looking cheeks; both sets. You had a perky little manufactured walk; and yes, you had your tail feathers all up in a line for me to see. I was glad to be a man on that day in particular. Then I heard your voice and laugh and for the first time I felt exactly what it was like to want someone immediately. I had to go through the paces I knew, but I also knew there was no place to go.
Being around you hurts on the inside because you are untouchable. Even if I had the green light it would hurt even more because of the sacrifice you think you have to make with regard to your responsibilities. It is your responsibility to recognize the some kind of obvious. You can't just put those feelings away someplace. Where the Hell would they go anyway?
You will keep thinking about me and I will keep thinking about you. In time we will forget about one another. In time we will remember everything and nothing at all. This is our adjustment. This is our way. For people like us it is the fantasy that lives and breathes and keeps our realities more manageable. Are our realities more manageable without ever knowing for sure? But we know for sure don't we? LLc 98.2

no, nada

People get lost in their functions. They get lost sometimes never to be heard from again. They know this hole and see the broken nails of the other before them. There is no way out as far as they can imagine. They believe they have no way out and see no reason to try. This is negative energy and it is no good for anyone, ever.
People get lost in their functions, but emerge sometimes late. They reflect on their past and see their failures; usually centered around some shit bird relationship at work or at home. They see their errors and make amends by changing their lives and making the direction more solid and straight. The negative people will say things, things from their own holes. They know too well the struggle, as they have given up. They would like you to give up too. Screw them! LLc 98.2

shots

Perfection does not exist in any and all things except one. Few people will ever get to experience the true solidness and tranquility that comes from a well struck golf shot. To have one come off just as you saw it is the most beautiful thing to see in this life. More important is the feeling that comes with it.
The club head comes into striking the ball as a whole directly in the back between quadrant three and four and the ball comes off as if it were a feather; it is sweeter than the best of all things un-extraordinary. Coming to a perfect balanced and fluid finish is a cap off to a feeling like no other. Perfection does not exist in this life, but a well struck golf shot comes pretty fucking close. LLc 98.2