Very gently. Like there are eggshells on your pedals, and you don’t want to break them. That’s how you drive in the rain.

Your car goes where your eyes go. Lonliness is unable to survive without a willing host.

That which we manifest is before us.

Did he understand, as those interminable minutes ticked by, that being alone is not the same as being lonely? That being alone is a neutral state… something that exists only in the mind, not in the world, and, like a virus, is unable to survive without a willing host?

Gestures are all that I have; sometimes they must be grand in nature.

She died that night. Her last breath took her soul, I saw it in my dream. I saw her soul leave her body as she exhaled, and then she had no more needs, no more reason; she was released from her body, and being released, she continued her journey elsewhere, high in the firmament where soul material gathers and plays out all the dreams and joys of which we temporal beings can barely conceive, all the things that are beyond our comprehension, but even so, are not beyond our attainment if we choose to attain them, and believe that we truly can.

The car goes where the eyes go.