The Message

There’s a fully formed message lodged somewhere inside of me. It’s caught very effectively, stuck altogether permanently between my memories and my fantasies and my hopes and my dreams and that time between asleep and awake. Yes, right there. Next to the old hushpuppies and a few Shiner Bocks. Nice.

It’s curled up inside of itself almost like a fortune inside a fortune cookie. The fortune cookie of my soul. That might almost be poetic if I wasn’t sure that it didn’t somehow violate some sort of copyright law. We must not infringe. We must NOT infringe called the walrus. Can you even imagine a REAL walrus saying something like that? Of course not. Just in my mind, in that Alice in Wonderland sort of way.

Don’t think too hard sweetie. It will slip away. It’s right there in front of you if you can only let go and just seeeeeeeeeeee it. Just let it be. And the lights of the train as it passed by. As it rattled the track and shook the frame of the house. And the sound of the train echoed and filled the void.

It was too much and I was too young. And that was ok. I picked up a pen and started re-scripting things. You do the best you can with what you’re given. And we do. And we write new chapters and turn corners and pick up speed. And time happens. Life happens. And sometimes what we do matters and sometimes it doesn’t. And mostly it will be forgotten.

The most important thing is to simply be real. To be what you are. To say what you think and to do what feels RIGHT. When what you believe and you do are one and the same. And maybe, just maybe, the message comes out of its own accord. Sometimes we just have to take the long way around to get there.