chilling

i was just about to go to bed but i knew there was something i neglected to do today which was to at least say hello to you. at least i could have said hi and thank you before dozing off.

my timing been a little off for at least a week now. like those people who are looking for openings of various kinds but doesn’t recognize when these openings first appeared until they had long since passed. and then they tried to catch up with the openings, but instead, ran into all sorts of unexpected traffic, on roads where traffic is never ever an issue, as it was today.

so then they strive to catch up for the remainder of the days, striving to catch some sort of feint glimmers, even shadows of the openings they secretly know they have missed. and they also know that the traffic was not entirely to blame. surely they must still be out there. openings such as those are not known for disappearing so abruptly. after all, it’s never happened before.

this has been weighing on my mind quite heavily since yesterday at about 1:30 a.m. when i accidentally discovered that my new friend was once acquainted with my favorite clairvoyant, 20-some years ago. the very same person who was kind enough to inform me that i was in the midst of my shamanic death, but that this kind of death was not anything to stress over or worry about. just chill and ride along with it, if you can. but it’s really messing up my timing.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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