Sometimes I feel as if I have to fly, leave reality.
But there is no getting around all that is, and a guy named Rodriguez says, "nothing beats reality."
If you have ever felt like this I don't need to say anything else, perhaps hand you a pen and ask you to tell me about. But what if you didn't know what to do with a pen and a blank page? Have you ever looked up into the stars and had a shocking realization that you are looking at ghosts, long dead burning beautiful gas.
So, back to this reality thing.
Sometimes you can get away from it, or it can get away from you and then you realize you are trying to grasp for 'it'. And another shocking realization of it all- 'it' is always happening and it happened long before you realized it IS.
By this time I think you guessed what I am talking about.
They call 'it' God sometimes.
Sometimes in the right context.
Others... not so much.
At any rate, it's at this point that I am realizing the process of growing wings, and learning to fly before it all goes down in flames.
Also, I am listening to Counting Crows, 'Films About Ghosts' as I write.
OKay, done!
Cheers!

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