I told a young woman that life was a party, as a young man.
We were at a party.
That was obviously why I said it!

There is a cyclic nature to my life.
A wave pattern.
At the bottom of the wave is a psychic prison.
In the prison, I experience a trial.
A metal moment.
This last one was a day and a half long.
I woke up free this morning.

I'm tired and sick.
There's no cause of it.
There's no cure for it.
I'm just tired and sick.

You are reading this.
You are invisible to me.
I am invisible to you.
I was at an art show.
A large group of people were there.
I saw their bodies, but there were no names attached.
No stories of their lives.
No anecdotes about them.
Even though I could see them, they were invisible.
But, there is something visible about all of us.
We know each other well.

Let's see
if I've got
anything in
here.
One place
for all of us.
This time
is none other
than space.
The turning moon
has spoken.

I woke up as someone else.
I don't know who it was.
So, I went back to sleep.

I was flying high.
Filled with love.
I got hungry.
I ate a dill pickle, some olives and some cheese.
I decided to take my nutrient pills.
I swallowed them.
Now, I am lower than a sleeping dog.
Oh well, Buddha said that nutrients cause suffering.