this morning vessel

so it's me. i lie here, tired, exhausted for rest. but my mind spins, on overdrive, algorithms that don't make sense. i pray, i babble. coo and coax my being into a lull. the clock ticks away to the beat of the electric current rushing through my surround. i note the time it takes for the automatic door to slide out. i'm always 15 mins too ahead of myself. i should stick my head into the fridge and fry it cold.

so it's the morning, I tell myself this grumpiness is just a cold car engine starting. it's ok, you will warm up. it's taken a beating for years and so have you. my thoughts turn into continuous spurts of conversation about what i have done in the last 24 hours. in the silence against the wind and the rain pelting against your windshield, i push my thoughts away and leave the silence to the space it wants.

the passing scene outside brings me back to last night at the chocolate place. where my surrogate brother from 4 years ago sits and shows and tells me stories from his adventures and the inspiration my heart felt. this wild soul is not done yet. we trade anecdotes, experiences and ideas and find common ground to rub shoulders. there was a shift in my heart as it fell out from my sleeve.

times are a changin. so they say, conventional wisdom, different seasons. vessels like us, where stories travel through. come. walk through me.