It turns out the supremely awesome 1977 Kawi that I really liked was too big (my toes barely touched the ground) and too heavy for me.
However, I looked at a sweet 1980 Suzuki GS450 immediately after. Not only was it considerably cheaper with less elbow grease required (I think I’m going to put drag handlebars on it), but it was a perfect size and weight for me. To top it off, there are currently three of them for sale in my area.
My head is spinning
in both directions at the same time
so it looks like
But there’s a torrent
All the “what if”s and “could have been”s
are fighting with the present
and making me forget
to live the
O life that could have been,
people I could have known,
skin I could have felt,
lips I could have kissed,
hearts I could have
set on fire:
Please stop haunting my brain.
Thank you and farewell.
Until we meet again.
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I’ve been thinking a lot about human emotion lately, in light of everything that’s happened.
It’s very complex and yet somehow, it works. Or doesn’t work. The way we interact, whether it works or does not, fits together like gears. We feed on each other’s emotions, reactions, etc.
I’ve been talking with people from all over the country (and globe, I suppose) lately. Their lives, daily happenings, stories, have effected me, for the better or for the worse.
I talked to Lewis Lain at the Edgewater Arts Festival this weekend, and I couldn’t help thinking of his drive to project scenes from the tales of 53947. His whole outlook on life is changed by this little being inside his head. What if I’m missing something too? (I’d highly recommend looking at his website for more details; I can’t do his story justice.)
I know someone who I ran into by chance. (At a bar, of all places.) He looked sad and alone. Sure, I was drunk. We talked. We added each other on facebook. We spent some time together. I like being around him. He’s one of the first people I can feel just fine being around. He’s fun and impulsive and I don’t feel the need to impress him. We even fucked when we were drunk without thinking and things are still cool between us. What if I had never found this friendship? Would I still feel the need to look for a prospective partner is everyone? Would anyone else supply me with proof that desirable platonic company exists?
An old friend of mine had his heart broken. I talked to him and shocking similarities surfaced in our conversations. I revisited my own pain while I tried to let him know that I was there and it will get better. While he’s “1,099.73 miles, 18 hours 16 minutes, $120.27 in gas” away, I hadn’t felt so connected to another soul in months. What if there are people like this everywhere? People who, without the limitations of distance or time, could make me feel like I’m not an isolated soul in this world?
I finally met someone I thought I knew for five years. We met. We connected. We regretted. We shared. And despite our best efforts, our lips made each other’s acquaintance. When experiences are shared through words for hours as they were that day and the day before, I believe it’s inevitable that the concentration of emotion in that area needs release. What if we had met years earlier like we had planned? I wouldn’t have been what I was then. Was it then, sadly but truly, good that we had met later? Will the circumstances make us stronger?
I’m sick of asking questions.
- S: I don't think I'll stay insane enough unless I'm around people to keep me insane.
- Like you, for instance.
- A: wow im quoting that
Somewhere far away.