I am well aware of two things.
First is that lately I have stopped writing with the frequency and eagerness that I used to have. More importantly though is the realization that this should not preclude me from keeping in touch with my own feelings.
So here I am.
I would imagine that the reasons for this (apparent) lack of communication go beyond a simple oneiric explanation. Still, I must admit that as of late, I can’t seem to stop thinking and remembering the countless moments and words that have become such an integral part of who I am.
Picture this. Imagine that.
They keep coming back to me like old black-and-white dreams. Just a couple of words that like drops of water falling into a stream, are the beginning of an entire ocean of stories, images and colors. It is then that I am filled with an admittedly ridiculous sense of immortality, and an overwhelming feeling of laughter and joy.
I feel like trying something new, like breaking out for a day or two. Here’s to you Joe Jackson…
Frank
