perplexed
v. of something complicated or unaccountable, cause (someone) to feel
completely baffled, to complicate of confuse (a matter)
Utterly
and completely, inexplicably and inconveniently perplexed.
Mind
blown on a Monday morning.
By
philosophy and Greek theorists and my lecturer who stands there saying things
like: you can never step into the same river twice; time and space are
infinite; read this week’s reading a dozen times this semester YO because then
you will understand YO,
and amped on the knowledge that everything is one thing
and nothing is not connected and essentially and physically and metaphorically
we are all made of one and all and nothing, but everything.
Mind
still reeling from a Saturday night.
By
hand made invitations from people who stalk my photos and read my words,
surrounded by too many lights and not enough tequila,
after seeing a face that
is both familiar and distant, and knowing that I care and hating that I care
and becoming an expert cab-hailer and an expert at making cocoon beds.
After
an epically amazing Friday night.
Where nothing and everything made sense, with
people who I adore and don’t know but do know and will always know, just being,
and dancing, and barricaded with love and crazy and happy, so much beauty and
peace and sweat and freedom,
and bottling that feeling for a later day (like
today) where I read the/your words that make me wonder what the fuck I thought I was
doing when I gave you my heart.
Perplexed.
Pure. Not plain.
That’s
what’s up. YEAH MAN.
X
