Socks&Peas

5:20AM

I got teary. I was lifting away from my comfort zone, temporally leaving the two people who got me breathing on this very day. In Texas, I knew where I was heading the next day, what my eyes are seeing when the lids open and controlling my destination for the next several days. This journey is a test for the real deal for the couple of months ahead. Will I hold?

5:32AM

Our pilot was doing his thing, putting his ship into the fancy air. Pressure in my ears and heart. I was observing the below. First, city lights took the eyes which made the mind wonder oh my, I’m smiling in mid air of Earth. The favorite of taking off was when the lights faded because the clouds began to intercept. The clouds was full and puffy just like a kid’s artwork. It was kind of ugly when we flew through the clouds but exactly when we were walking right on top of them, it was magnificent. It was a powerful floor of cumulonimbus which made the lights play peekaboo through the faint holes. You could dance on the puffs and have assurance you won’t crash through. Thought of Harry potter crew flying through with brooms and whatever movie had scenes of the night sky. This moment will be locked in a memorable cabinet and it goes with me till.. you know.

6:05AM

To my right, Sun is creeping beautifully. A faint orange ray peeking in the navy sky. I didn’t get a window seat so the lucky, round gentleman kept connecting his bloodshot eyes with mine because I was gazing into his window. Dude, let me enjoy nature.

6:32am

Darkness completely disappeared and the colors revealed the combination of sorbet orange, natural pink, and sweet blue on top. Tasty.

I’m so happy for flying on my birthday. It got me writing like my old self. My last post was horrific.

6:54am

Outside is white and bright. Boring. Everyone’s sleeping. I shall join.

8:06am

Man, I phucking hate gravitating down for landing. Switching planes. I’m in north carolina. Trees.

9:55am I get a window seat! Pictures :) Cheers. I’m dehydrated. My breath is stinky.

12:09am Finally landed in New York. I’m in the city I missed dearly. Game time!

Was said during 1991 on the twenty-3rd of February. This coming Wednesday will be make this film exactly two decades old. We have no script, no assigned list of characters and uniquely unlike any other film, no chance of a rewind or a forward button if there wasn’t an interest in an episode.

I wrote that last night and got sidetracked with a phone call. :)

Memory Lane:

Dinners. Flowers. Movies. Hugs & smooches. Puff. Sip. Ping pong balls. I loved it all so humongously much. 

and this week rolled up and the word birthday that’s been signed on my forehead for months was erased with anything that was related to New York. Is that where my footsteps will take place for the good of my future? Many posts ago, I wrote constantly with ease and it amused me incredibly, now I’m .. “all out of words, so lost without you”. Where I’m heading, there will be mistakes. Heck, I’ll probably cry from many holes haha, multiple sacrifices and forceful changes. I’m frighten. My balls are trembling (humoring myself). Chump talk, but doubts are filled in with reassurance as I walk sooner or later. PP will always find a way. If this plan has stuck with my constant flickering of decisions, hell it will be me. Imprinted on every each of my skin. Flights at 5:20AM and baby, I’m going to be on air for my birthday. Celebrating in style, ya dig?

Read your text and grabbed a paint brush and red paint. Walked up to you and darted the brush at your holy jewels and dumped the thick paint on your lying face.

“Why the fuck did you do that for?” /wipes it off with his hands.

“It would of been easier if I painted it on your hands but its more satisfying and pleasant to see you smear it on yourself. Its resembles how much bullshit you hold and this time your idiotic useless brain couldn’t help you out enough on your lie.”

And I woke up.