07.20.14

I have been to the most wonderful place.  So wonderful, in fact, that I would stay there forever.  It is for this reason precisely that a soul cannot visit until it has an anchor in the place the universe holds for it, the place it must return.

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There are these times when I am disgusted by the words that come from my mouth, not because of the meaning they contain but simply by the act of speaking itself.  I try to remedy the disgust with further utterances which result in further disgust and so on.  This is not how I communicate.

 

In a moment, I understood everything.  Perhaps we have different indices of refraction, but in my particular case, the experiences that come in must come out as written words, else they force their way through my throat and grave and terrible confusions ensue, the gravest of these, though it is hard to choose, being that I do not discover the road map to my path which is contained in these run-on sentences, too dense collections of letters bound to furrow the brow of any reader who sees with his eyes.