The Shape of Things to Come

Its easy to forget things when you’re not bound by schedules, time, places to be.

I am a solid figure with fast growing hair, and aching breaking bones. I assume any situation thrown my way. Teas with milk and honey, coffee with liquor, people with smiles – all of this I welcome into my life.

A woman downtown was charging a dollar to take a chance at winning 50. In order to win, you had to lift a bottle of beer with a fishing rod and make it stand on a tilted platform. It looked easy enough, and people lined up with their dollar bills in hand. “Karma and a dolla! Thas all you need!” The woman yelled to passersby. “Karma and a dolla to win! If you don’t have karma but you have a dolla, well thas my good luck!”

A bottle of rum surprised me with a swift kick in the face last night. “What the fuck are you doing?” it asked me, and I responded with a shrug and a shut the hell up. I fear I’m going to say it eventually though because it’s been hard. It’s been hard for me to think about anything but her these days. I distract myself with colors and shapes now. No longer is the phenomenon an accidental occurrence. I either picture the people around me as shapes and colors or I picture her.

Here is a snippet of my conversation with the shapes earlier that I quite enjoyed:
“Don’t you ever wonder how a full-grown baby can survive in the womb?”
“Its gotta be livin in an alternate dimension. For sure.”
“And when they’re ready they just… fall down from the sky and are once again in the womb.”
“Yeah, the way the discovery of gravity fell from a tree, babies fall from the branches of trees and are born. So in essence, babies are born into gravity upon birth!”
Other experiences we felt needed to be discussed were the common belief that people look like certain countries, specifically Cuba, in addition to how painfully delicious Doritos are (you see, when you bite into them, thousands of tiny shards explode in your mouth).