I ain’t here to reinvent the wheel.
When my friend told me ‘’let’s go the naked beach’’,
I said yes.
The dude abides as they say. The dude abides.
So here I am, butt naked in hot sands.
Never before have I seen so many balls.
Oh well, and so is life!
Now that I put my glasses on, there’s about 40 people on the beach, 37 of them are men.
So much for ‘’fair representation’’, this beach could’ve been called ‘’The land of cock and balls’’
Or better yet, ‘’Of Mice and Men’’
Ok, enough with the schlong jokes. We both got better things to do.
Flash forward 3 hours later.
We are at an ecstatic dance party in a hostel.
There’s a jacuzzi, a sauna, loud music and beautiful people.
We got in ye old broke cowboy way.
Walk fast, act as if you own the place and voilà!
Free party.
As I take a look around, I see the same people in different bodies from back home.
Sure, everyone has its unique flavor but the dish is the same.
I guess we can’t reinvent the wheel; people want to dance, laugh and fuck.
I get that.
Although I’ve had my moments, my years of parties are long gone.
I’ve always been more of a monk than a rockstar anyways.
I’d rather share a cup of coffee with a friend in the afternoon and look at the stars at night.
There’s a silence. From inside it grows.
I don’t know where it’ll take me.
Since we’re friends, I’ll be fully transparent and honest with you:
It kinda scares me.
I do not know the way back
Have you ever been to a place where there’s no color,
no judgment,
no preference,
no thoughts?
Since no description applies, I couldn’t even call it ‘’beautiful’’.
That place calls me.
I don’t know why. Maybe the freedom of it, maybe I’m just curious.
When I stay there for a time, everyone becomes the same. It’s hard to put into words but I’ll try to paint a picture; The beautiful woman and the lowdown bum on the street; I love them equally. My mom or a stranger? I don’t see any difference: they both are as deserving of love and respect as the other.
Truthfully, I think I’ve hit the road to dive into that place. To see where it’ll go.
Anyways, excuse me, I got carried away a little.
I’m currently hunched over my notebook at a party.
Maybe it’s time to go and sprinkle a dab of rockstar on that monk to even things out.
So long, friends!
