I should be wandering the earth like a nomad, waiting tables, hauling dirt, pouring coffee, doing whatever shit gets me to the next destination. I should be seeing everything, experiencing everything, becoming a part of everything and everyone.
Listening to waterfalls cascade down the mountain, head-banging to heavy metal until my heck hurts, running, running, and running until my muscles burn and my legs give out from under me and my face contorts and I cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry….
And then the sky. And all the stars. They never try to control me. They never make me say what I want to keep private. They never push their shit agenda on me or act selfishly or reach down with bony wrinkly hands and tell me what I already know. They just hang and they just be. No expectations. No effort. No bullshit.
Live and let be. Fuck it all.