I just thought to myself, I could die right now and feel I've lived a meaningful life. Holy shit. I don't know if this is what I felt two year ago or if I'm finally breaking through. I love this. So thankful. So full. Thankful. So full.
Last night I woke up several times because people kept on ringing at my extended ear/mouth. The first time I was inside of an avocado playing frisbee with travis and all. There were these crystals of a synthetic blue color between the meat and the skin. Like the lego spaceman floor. Or the soundproofing foam we used under sleeping bags spray-painted blue. The blue of the warm sleeping bag. I'm sure there were pixelated forests and earth and lake inside. I really wanted to tell Travis about this because I knew he would enjoy it.
I know I dreamt of O'brien last night. I see orange and reds. A repeated pattern of holes and doors. Yellow holes and brown doors.
Everything else slowly but permanently morphed into the alarms, texts, sleep in my eyes, peeing, and voicemails.
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