I live each day knowing exactly how it starts and ends. Sometimes the ocean is a reflective mirror. Sometimes the waves are rough. Sometimes clouds turn the sky red and angry, other times my eyes are filled with orange blaze. But I know what comes. No matter how placid or roiled. And I give my soul.
Losing Myself - 2/5/2025
The trip. The fall. The negotiation.
Circumnavigation;
All around the circle association;
Look up. Look down. Notice the appreciation.
Of every flower growing on sand as a nation;
Not one in the ocean forms an animation;
It is reefs forming a plantation;
Lost Found station.
(I wish I could! Lose myself. Much too much craziness in the air these days! Too many people unmoored from Reality. Always assumed everyone else smarter, more intelligent, more “together” than me. Unnerving to maybe be more “together” than some billionaires! Being Dumbo was my thing! But now? Jeez!)
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
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— Knee Deep, Zac Brown Band
But for real though, Florida is a beautiful diverse environment with gorgeous geographic locations and beautiful flora and unique fauna.
I learn more and more about this country as I grow up, and I find the beauty in the mundane and overlooked.
My guess is on the west shoreline of Michigan.
Beautiful!
The trip. The fall. The negotiation.
Circumnavigation;
All around the circle association;
Look up. Look down. Notice the appreciation.
Of every flower growing on sand as a nation;
Not one in the ocean forms an animation;
It is reefs forming a plantation;
Lost Found station.
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
gently,
utterly—
where no bird dares,
where gods hold their breath
and time ceases to measure.
And when I land—
I arrive new,
rewritten in the language
of your gaze,
your impossible light.
I lost myself
at cruising altitude,
and found the only truth
that ever felt
like home.
was never falling—
it was surrendering,
sun-drunk and bare,
to the way your gaze
stripped the day of its name.
I dissolved
in the light between your fingers,
in the breathless silence
where we met.
Losing myself in you
wasn’t a mistake—
it was the only way
I ever
felt
whole.