A place for my ramblings. A place to spew rants and thoughts and feelings and emotional spirals.
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Perhaps I reach you. Maybe I don't.
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When I think about rock bottom, I'm truly convinced there are still depths unexplored. When people say that they're galaxies away... I think about the hight that they really are. I myself feel like I'm only as far away as the moon. How far I am really isn't that impressive when I think about how big a galaxy actually is. I mean, the sun is the center of our solar system. The sun would be far enough. Some of the things I may say, might seem like I'm pretty far out there, just bare with me. The solar system isn't even a chunk of our galaxy. It's a dot on a 4x6 piece of paper. I mean, fuck dude, think about it. The dot that counts as you or I, is microscopic dot on a planet that is a micro spot in an even bigger spot in the sky of someone's else's planet. Fuck that, man. I mean I'm out there but only as far as the moon. Our closest neighbor. This is the equivalent of Europe and America. I mean the realest of how far we are really. America may have been trampled by now if we didn't have a 3000 mile mote surrounding our country. 250 years plus we've had a sea of water protecting us. That's how far away I actually am. The fuckin moon. I could merely take a jump off it and fall from the heavens like a shooting star and burn up in the atmosphere. Wouldn't that be the ultimate in funeral costs? Yeah... that's how far I actually am. The moon.
How far away are you? How dismal and quiet is it? How warm and bright is it? The solar storms upon you, do you feel the wind catch the sails? How far away is your Andromeda? Is the current heavy in your spin? Is the gravity from the black hole crushing? Do you drop your anchor to slow your speed? Are you vested in an armored space station? Are you alone or did you bring a friend? What dangers lie ahead? Are they foreseen or surprisingly invisible? What weight are you pulling? What is the cost of this adventure you've partaken? Is it the taste of adventures unknown? Have you any idea what at all, what level of courage is needed to toss off the bow lines and run your boat across the mote, and venture into the unknown with only the idea that some how you're fucking galaxies away from anything and everything you've ever known? I am filled with questions today. I am filled with wonder to wander. I never want to be so far out that I feel like turning around at the point of no return! The rooster crows and the time has come. Have you thought much on the cost of adventure. The cost of survival in parts unknown. How will I live? I have all the answers to my questions. I do. Do you though? When it's time to pack up this bitch, I will do so proudly. I've payed my dues and I'm ready to pay more. And after doing some of the numbers, I am proud to say, " I am only as far as the moon away, man. " Admittedly though, I feel a lot of gravity. I feel the anchor in the drift. I have the pulls of every day habit pulling on my heart. My mind. There are so many reasons to stick around for awhile longer. I know I'm stretching this out, thanks for reading. I know this isn't the style of writing anyone would enjoy for long periods of time. I think maybe a good toilet read maybe. Either way, thanks for letting me know you were here.
I have planned the beginning of my next adventure. I do not have a route. West from here is my direction. So as of now, I believe the date is August 17. I messed up and purchased a television. I was detoxed completely.
So this week in the campground where I am, they had a renaissance fair here. At first I thought it was going to be a LARPing convention or something. It was not. I thought maybe at first that there was going to be a bunch of dudes playing dress up and casting spells with little pieces of burning flash paper. There were a lot of dressed up people here this week. It wasn't what I thought it was. What I saw here this week was, a group of good fucking people trying to recreate medieval times. Dude! Home made ales, meads, and wines. Dudes hammering Armour. Making chain mail and other crafts. There were kings and queens. Nobles and peasants. My campground was filled with laughter of Vikings and knights. There were maidens of every stature and level of nobility. The shire, as they called it, was built in a day and it included a market area. A drawbridge as well as a wooden castle. So what if it was wood. They built it, and dragged it here. Awesome.
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This place was impressive and what's more impressive is how fast it's coming down. They're hard working and very organized. I was totally impressed. I've never wanted to be part of something like this. But next time, I don't think I'm going to be so shy. A missed opportunity for sure. Well... I don't know where you are, or what you're doing but I can only hope that you are safe and happy. Living out an existence that you're proud of. That makes your family proud of you. It's taken me like four weeks to publish this lil ditty. So .. Jajaja I got a tv in the camper. It shows. Brainless, I know. Time wasting for sure. So... The dates been set. I leave here out of Rapid City August 24th. It means that my wheels are spinning. I have thrown off the lines from the bow and now I'm just waiting to leave my port. This adventure we call life is different for everyone. I didn't know so many people were interested in doing just exactly what I'm doing now. Camper life and travel. As I spend more time alone, I'm hoping that I get a good frequency started back up in the wattniverse. I miss the friends here. I've been gone so long I'm afraid I'll have to put in a frequent writing habit that it makes me more friends. I know this one was all over the place. It did take a long time to publish. Thanks for sticking with me guys and gals.
