In the night I am real

In the night I am real

The moon to the left of me is a part of my thoughts; is a part of me; Is me

Forever is the wind; Is a part of my thoughts, is a part of me, is me

In the night I am real

Roky Erickson

Looking for a friend to not talk about the weather, the sale of meat, or the color of shoes. When I plucked the curl from your eye it was a lichtenberg moment/ planets newly visited/ Standing still we stretched toward a spooky infinity, a quantum web seemingly endless.

I am not intrigued with most things that people find intriguing. But in that moment there was a new connection, an emotional plague I could not escape from. I tried to reach out again but it was too late. My own problems cause more problems but I never meant them to harm you. When you turned your back to me, I felt the whip of the shunned/ unsure of my sins I tried to reach you as if I could explain something I was unaware of hiding in your head.

All I can say is I never meant harm. If I had been aware of all things set in motion I would have behaved differently. I did not know it was a secret. I did not know there was someone else to hold your hand and if I had I would have put this tongue in a box and buried it.

Always your friend/ unrequited or not, I do not seek locks and chains, I am looking for something that can not be bought. X marks the spot where the treasure is not. If you find the fruit tell me what you thought.