The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you're lucky then the god's a [he]
I can feel an angel sliding up to me
"One Night In Bangkok"(modified) - Chess
The other night I was driving to work, sleep sand still in the corner of my eyes, and I was in an quixotic mood thinking of all the eminent possibilities coming up in my life. I watched as the night sky was intermittently illuminated by silent heat lightning flashes and felt the airborne negative ions that seem to attract positive thought patterns.
The world was my oyster!
Then some asshole honked their horn to get me moving since the light had turned green and I was suddenly back...
Back to reality.
It ain't bad really. Things right now are very stable and I feel content enough.
Food gets in my belly very regularly. Great food too. (But maybe too much!)
My home and health are doing well.
But my heart?
No, not the medical function of my heart, that's been okay, but I mean the feelings from the heart...
Something's missing.
I've been thinking a lot about the choices I've made over the course of my life to get me to where I am today. Many forks in the road. Many choices...one way or the other. And these have impacted, for good or bad, the next set of choices. And so on, and so on...
I don't have to tell you. Everyone knows what I'm talking about. We've all been there.
So I'm plodding through a bit of a melancholy phase.
Prying open each oyster I find.
Solemnly searching for that one perfect pearl.