fat boy
They both take a seat in the middle of foundation. Facing each other on the ground they sit with their legs crossed, hands naturally fall atop their knees, their backs straight as the boards they cut daily. They are gazing at each other, a stale expression, there is no movement, no blinking, nothing. That is all they do, nothing. The buzzards sing around them. The sun violently beating on every surface that dare be perceived by its forgotten hole in the sky. A crow hops out of the pine forest and begins to mark the sand with its feet. The crow goes around them several times, and they are still maintaining their nothingness, a genuine pause, a genuine pause, and the crow bounces, on occasion it spins mid hopping stride, and it continues for a while. They know the crow is there, they feel it as though the rhythm of the bird hopping is now syncing with their heart. If they were having any thoughts now, you might feel as though, if the crow ever stopped, they would fade out, into an abyss of some sort. If they have any doubt about it
some writing from the story i’m writing.
I just wanted to share a piece of it. I am feeling so much joy about things right now. I’m even starting a series called 5 joys and some days I will just sit down for a moment and write down 5 things that bring me joy, I’m starting to paint one of them now - a hibiscus flower.
today if I were to write 5 (another rule for this list is that it has to be something that can be perceived materialistically)
strawberry jam
four wheelers
catching gloves/mits
clean socks
macorini penguins
I’m getting an electric guitar today and I forgot that my dad used to play guitar (mom reminded me) and that’s cool. I have friends who would come to my shows if I ever put some on, that’ll be my goal for this year is to make a show about things I love so much. I feel like i’m going through a little revolution in myself and I am winning - so, the truth is that
on another note I’ve been going through very wordy essays and it’s like I don’t understand it cause I really can’t feel what they are saying and I think that’s my way is to try and get people to feel what I am trying to say, to see, visually see in their mind what it is I am trying to give them. I can see it in my mind and sometimes people can see what I am saying too - like in the workshop with that lady and I can’t remember there names but I will remember soon enough and add it to this section…
