Morning After

Oh, we have all gone, I think, those places booze takes us.  It loosens up emotional flow, leading to too much, on many occasions, but for many too much is needed, at least at times.

For me, this resurgence in drinking will not last long. I already feel its limits.

For years, I have said that anything I say while drinking is true, and that remains true as I read the increasingly “loose” stuff I posted last night.

How many of us, I wonder, really grasp on an emotional level the tyranny of the alarm clock?  How many of us feel how little the world CAN care about us, when all the movements are scripted?  How many of us can dream openly of a world where we belong?  Where everyone belongs?  Where belonging is a principle characteristic of that world?

How many of you feel the evil in those who want to confine us, cage us, reduce us, kill us?  How many of you see this on the horizon?

I am certainly hung over, but not drunk at all.  I got enough sleep.  Normal madness should be a part of every day.  I retain, at this moment, the capacity for sustained close reasoning, but choose to express myself in this way.

I would wish for you today to look at your world as a stranger, and understand all the ways in which it does not make you feel at home.

And tomorrow, may you feel all the ways you belong.