Desire is a high wire, that seems to need very little concentration or balance to cross. Needlessly putting us into a perilous situation that comes on too late to sense any real danger. Throwing chance into the wind for a shot at short lived glory. The strobing lights of the mind, disorienting any real common sense to the point of humor. Willing to give up near anything, for slightest glint of hope. A far away light at the end of tunnel that will only get brighter, the faster you sprint towards it, to find it stays at the same distance as where your journey began. You must be getting closer? The nature of human instinct demands so. Like reading a map through a key hole,the madding task of trying to decipher if what your seeing, is in fact accurate.
Could it be this easy to navigate?
Could i possibly have the map all wrong?
What if i'm off course?
Who will right this ship?
Soon your self survival kicks in. Look, just a few more inches and i have finished this treacherous task. Feet safely upon solid ground again.
Did i cross this unscathed?
Surely i gained more then i lost from the whole ordeal?
Why do i want pancakes now?
Anyways, check the album: Django Django-S/T. One of my favorite albums of the year....so far.
Faithfully yours,
E. Hines
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