many lives...

the arrangement of incident. a very specific detail to the ending results of every single experience. can i say i'm spinning? i'm lost in an entirety.

i'm lost.

i suppose life is not passing me by. i live many lives. many. my pen is running out of ink, otherwise i would try to explain the continuously discontinuous cause and effect that determines my numerous lives.

bartenders hear about all kinds of lives. confession of things bothering you, troubles, pain, forthcomings, frustrations, sorrows, discomfort, consequences, and heartbreaks. life. the incident of action? sure. frustration? sure, frustration. frustration. frustration.

"do not go gently into that good night." declares a certain dylan thomas.

quiet and nursing some sense of loss. mildly agitated with them. something of a masterful, you know. gaudy, demanding, needy, loving, sympathetic, attractive, sardonic, strident, complex, treacherous, and brightly-colored.

can i exhale now?