Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

travel in time

I know and can tell how long it takes to get from some places to others from there to their there, there, there…from discrete points and pins on a map haphazardly stuck in traffic at rush hour, to people trying to escape themselves in a place that can’t exist.

Sugar rushing on life, the white space and the black space, and all and sundry contained within. Knowing you don’t know; knowing I don’t either. Knowing that no-one knows nothing and all everything is supposition. Superstition. Assumption. And that speeding motorcycle is something like a nothing that nobody knows. Not even with satellite navigation or the latest technology in global positioning systems.

An arranged meeting at an indefinite time; a plan; an idea. You set it all free before, you made it real. You seem to transpose the tiny lemonade bubble thoughts into balloons. Real, exisiting balloons, where once the flat pastures were just ideas, there are now slabs of concrete, cementing ideas into walls of realities.

Preparation. Worry. Capitulization. Random word freaking in garbled fonts, garbled texts, with garbled meaning and an all too important subtext of nothingness. Wordfreak. Learning to understand time cannot yet be travelled through yet we are able to contain and constrain it in a grid of thoughts. Superb. Brilliant. Couldn’t have put it better myself. Wanting to add unneccessary detail.

Will they confirm that I have changed? Will they honour this public misconception and suddenly not be able to decipher this friend who was once so close yet at the moment, appears so far? So far the friend is leaving this planet at a rate of knots, in the direction of Alpha Centauri. Taurean, on the cusp, secretly wishing to be born one side or the other, not under the wrong sign or twisted between the tales of two.

Whoosh. And yet another page becomes filled in this book, seemingly with no meaning or direction. Overpacking, overworrying, over, over, over. Overcompensating. Trying to be outworldly when in fact you are only slowly dripping butter, heading inwards, down, further down into that familiar cacophony. Faster. Dwindle further. Mouthwards. Words. Faster. Speeding. Speaking. Confused. Faster. Hot. Cold. Full Stop. Hot. Cold. Go.

I’m curious to know why you used sugar in particular. Usually it is something associated with cloying, sweet, honeyed, things like that. However, perhaps sugar crystals have been known to go everywhere and into everything when spilt and has a potential to bring ants in and muck it all up?

That bit just draws attention…

a “sugar rush” is a term used here for something you get when you ingest a lot of sugar - sort of like a sugar high, or a caffeine high, or somesuch. sugar can also be embittered…

We have that term here too. I wonder how sugar can be embittered, unless it is with lemon.

Then you get that lemony sugary thing. That’s not so bad when you think of it…