I feel like there's this second life being lived around me. One of those toys. Where you wind it up. And it Spins all over. And falls over. Spent. The other life might be like that. Where a gear gets to winding, In this standing thing that, Thought blank I guess. Seems quite not discontented with all this standing. And there's this burst. All this flying around and schools and cars and highways and highways. All these roads swirling around on, riding on? And then I drive up after my morning classes. And just don't want to leave. But the winding has to start again. Some law. Nature. I get cagey. But mostly I'd rather not leave the cage. So this other guy with all his motives and ****. With his resume. And his fantasies of martyrdom and heroism and political winningism. His campaign t-shirts. His volunteering. His training. He stands there and puts up with me. Real me. The. Me. The guy writing to you. Real me.
He puts up with me until all the cranking bit is finished and he zoom off away. Sometimes though I think. When he's walking. Or when all the walking and talking and training stops. He thinks about me, and why his chest feels so cold. He's off with his fire fighting. friends, work, homework, campaigns, life. And I'm just shivering. Waiting for a body again.
How else could I write you this letter? I have to wait for him to circle back. To miss this chest full of fear. To come on home. To what he should be doing if he could make any money at it. and if anybody ever saw they'd put it in a magazine.
But we don't care about money. I've never wanted anything that badly. There's no place I'm furious to see. (though I like those relaxing ones)
We just want to do that thing we're supposed to do. The ticket out. I'll keep on writing. (I feel good about it) And he'll keep on with the life saving. And the TV show happy face, Real jobs and everything.
Until it washes over. Like a cliche preacher would say. Or warm surf. But I hate the ocean. Hot air in a car after all day in the cold classroom. It'll come. And I'll just go. Warm.