black stars

It was a clear dark night under the stars. Wind blew through Jasmine scented garden. I strayed from the crowd up to the balcony. Looked below at the suits talking, conversing, wine flowing. Why am I not there? Why do I reject the group? Is my rejection so they don't reject me? These are human beings. They are alive. They are surprising. They are unknown. Maybe I am fearful of what I will find, what I will expose. I get tired of who I am. I watch the wind in the palms. I look up to see many many stars. Orion's Belt, clusters, the blackness of the ocean. It's a breath of air. I wonder where this wind will take me.

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""I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of being around people who are merely my peers. I want to be around people who challenge and push me and shatter and expand and fuck my worldview up. Because there is nothing too precious to lose, except the time to begin it." (Heather writes)

Heather: Be careful of what you wish for. You will surely get it.

The only person who is around to shatter, push and expand you is yourself. That's number one. And if you are in a hurry, you will surely find out quickly enough that this path takes a lifetime and there are no short cuts."

Shelly is right. However there are indeed shortcuts. Shortcuts to long routes along the way. Troutdale is one such shortcut. If you know the shortcuts are there, they will be available when you need them. Do not use them often, for they may change and no longer serve you.

I suppose a shortcut could be akin to my third staircase. And I often carry it around in my third pocket.

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[Mom]

Could a Mother expand, shatter and increase your woldview? And cause you to become responsible in the process? I love you, Heather.