“You’ll live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to”
-Woody Allen
Where does the mind go when our brains are busy pursuing a hedonism so vile and sweet that the only escape is autopilot?
Does it venture back into the heart to protect it from its own transgressions? Does it look for solace in that pumping vesicle…
As we try and seek excitement with drowning and drifting, and lifting our hands in the air, swaying our hips to the tune of “what is good enough?”
We are obsessed with the sound of the chop, chop, chop. Breathe.
We wish we knew where we were needed when we are not needed here. When do we go when its apparent that we aren’t needed now? How do we go? How?
Wild Water and Wanderlust 