everything is. perfect.
i feel like the minute i stop caring, the minute everything falls into place. as if after this, there is nothing, simply because nothing can be better or worse than it is at this moment. i’ve been trying to put my finger on it, trying to figure out what changed in the course of an instant. it’s been on my mind for weeks. but the fact of the matter is, there’s nothing great, nothing different than before; everything just is.
ps. i backed into a vehicle today. fuck driving a truck. shit don’t phase me.
philippanesbitt’s post reminds me of driving. for me driving is like a meditation. my thoughts become mine to direct. i drift. i fall into nothing. vehicles fade, then vanish altogether. colours fall onto the land along the road until there’s only darkness. the sky losses colour until it’s bright and white and everything. my focus is on the road, but my vision glazes and the road itself becomes unrecognizable—something i can’t make out anymore. it waits for me to make it something. it’s nothing until i make it…a road to my house—a road from your house—a journey past the field—a beginning—an end. perfect.
(photo by Cherry Kisses)
2 years ago
