November 3, 2016
Funky rhythms. The cat is in a spin. Dervish dance is attractive. I am on the periphery. I'm watching. Lusting. I want the rhythm. I want it to become me. It may release me. It may give me what I need. My wants have been shaved down to a discernible precipitate. It's taken me this long to see them for what they are. I am amused by this and disgusted. How was I able to spend so many years desiring them? Amazing. Life has become simple. My trajectory is clear. Goal is what I find, as I find it, now.