Today was the kind of day where 100 mile per hour wind gusts come at you out of nowhere and literally knock you into the iron fence post alongside the Bank of Ireland. It's the kind of day where you forget your umbrella in the van as you rush to the Dart and try to contact the bank before the train enters a tunnel. It's the kind of day where you forget your wedding ring on the kitchen counter and your snack in the cupboard. But you know, an umbrella is no use in the wind and I didn't need that protection today.
Your brain develops the illusion that all the world is crumbling apart like a stale cake that you once wanted to eat. Your brain develops this illusion on certain days, and you forget about it altogether by the following week. The illusion cripples your chest, wrings out your stomach and tells you that you are ruined, a failure. But wait - it's only the wind (a gust out of nowhere, sending you somewhere) - and it can't last forever.
This past week was the kind of week made up those kinds of days. My face was constantly in this mode:
I landed my first paycheck in Ireland at last, but just like that, it comes to an end next week. I am back to the hunt with a larger, sharper spear in hand. I still don't know what I want to catch, but I am hyper aware of what I do not want. If you know of anyone willing to pay for a personalized #poem or #writing service, I'm your lassie. How about I give you a free #music recommendation?
Speaking of poems...
HELO
Is this man a God?
His eternal bracelet
wraps around his milk skin
like a metal snake
sucking his soul
to test for a heart,
a pulse, high and low - both
good places to be
feet on the ground and arms towards the sky.
Your halo matches the life ring you made out of metal.
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