Scene: a bar. Music: nostalgic childhood tv shows: Drunk, almost kinda. Knowledge: soul and oversoul, purpose, soulmate, reality of the presence.
Reality: faith in purpose and destiny takes no role in a charged bar of drunken jackasses and simpletons. I wait, and I expect a miracle, a holding stare, an emotional crush. I go home. How long has this been happening. Why. I tell myself, I’m not in sync (with my path). I feel stupid for saying that. But it is true, isn’t it?…