Anyone who knows me knows I have a thing for Charles Bukowski. His passion. His vulgarity.
I like organization. I like strategy. I like knowing that X will get me from A to B. I like knowing that 1 plus 2 will give me 3. I like answers. I like reason.
So you can wait for the man to come, for the sun to come, for the mood to exercise and eat healthy to come… or you can stop waiting and ride the waves Discomfort incontestably put into motion.
So in recognizing that there is something guiding us, what significance do soul mates hold? Who the hell are they and where can I find mine at my quickest convenience?
I hope you feel the weight of the memory pushing you away from me.