Nomadic essence...two men and a
truck—moving made easy, an oasis sized oxymoron. Mental exhaustion
overwhelms all six senses like valium in a volcano. Feeling locked in
a raindrop fighting to break free when only you land in a puddle of
clouds and there you are standing in your old stomping grounds but
bound on a futuristic path of certainty but it weighs on your brain
cells like a lunatic leech but you fight like a shark and the city of
angels is your ocean. Movers like benjamins disappearing like
giggling greenbacks and you fly like Lucy in the sky in search of the
diamonds. Shining bright through all the stress, clutter of
existence...a light shines brighter than the sun...illuminating the
darkest moment...I run to see what this Godlike brightness could be
and I find – you.
by dena mckinnon written for a friend during the moving process
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