Monday, October 19, 2009

Hey, it's me again

Hey You,

I know we haven't talked in ages, but I guess I've been thinking about you lately.

It's odd to say that because I haven't in a while really, I guess. The past few months we've almost accepted that we're both okay with where we are.

Not that there's anything wrong with that. People grow. Sometimes apart, even. I accepted this a long time ago.

But maybe sometimes people grow apart and sometimes they let themselves drift apart.

Anyway, there's no point to this, really. Just thought I'd throw a distant line into the language of 1s and 2s out here in cyberspace.

So like I said, I've been thinking about you again.

But this time it's been different. Not like before when it was always a little sad. Now it's just... curiousity. It's been forever, it seems.

I've changed a lot, and so have you, too, I'm sure.

I thought maybe the new you and the new me could meet, since the old you and the old me were such a big part of each other's lives.

But if not it's okay, these letters will just vanish into the sea of useless web posts.

Maybe that's where this letter belongs anyway...


Wednesday, October 14, 2009

A Vision of West Texas

I need nothingness. The sweet expanse of land and space and time all laid out before me.

West Texas.

If you've never been there, you don't know what nothingness is.

There's a sweet peace about driving when what's before, ahead and beside you is the same. All the same brown land with powerlines running alongside a highway you'll never see a cop on. Stores along the highway no one goes in.

You can drive for hours and never receive cell reception.

That's what I need: an escape. To experience nothingness is to feel everything. To delete the peripheral, if only for a drive. To erase the unessential.

Feels like most of our days that make up most of our lives is about the inconsequential. We spend our lives racking up triple-letter scores on words no one will read. We all commit to play a game where everyone loses, some just less than others.

How did it get like this?

I need nothingness. The sweet expanse of land and space and time all laid out before me.

West Texas.