one piece of the jigsaw
the mosaic of my life is coming together, I wanted to concretize the progress and share the original and important with someone else than myself.
the mosaic of my life is coming together, I wanted to concretize the progress and share the original and important with someone else than myself.
It’s like that Devotchka song, I can feel this is the first tier of that melody, until the “ding” of the xylophone rings and the tune speeds up in a whirlwind of love, and progress.
The notorious ‘they’ are split in two. Those who follow and those who lead. Yet again those are split into those who follow blindly versus those who follow despite their doubt; those who lead can be repetitious of their idols and predecessors to continue the thread of normalcy and comfort, yet they can also be the revolutionary few who go in the direction of noncorfomity, and lead their lives to fulfill new bodies of thought.
I’m leaving one group to rejoin another.
“Let’s go,” I’m saying to myself, and to this wall, to this post, to the overzealous but loving monster I have been quieting and petting back into submission for years.
I’m 23 years old. It’s time. Let’s go. This time I’ll lead, and leave those who won’t follow.
