a little bit of something

once the sun rises, there is no turning back. you have to leave behind the creativity and hallucinations of night. you will not be protected. it is okay if you are afraid. it is not okay for you to stop. stopping equals death. even bad decisions are preferable to stasis. this journey will not and cannot let up. the end is your end. only you can choose when to stop.

I wanted to write something in prose. It's a small piece that fits somewhere in something (specificity!).

thursday night in texas

a honkytonk beach bar dive
into the center
of brother's location
lost between dogfights
exes
trying different hims
looking for stable land
knowing again how
to see and understand
everything
i drive
enable
listen
coexist
in the outbursts
in the laughter
waiting for him
to match my him
or for mine to find
his

I love journeys, internal and external. The long one I've been on is making a wide and major turn. I hope that my own experience being lost can be a help or a light on other journeys. So this poem comes from there and from a night out with my brother.