Soil and Six Feet Under

Every once and awhile.. a bus shaped sense of reality hits you. When it hits you it's the most sobering/miserable/fantastic thing you've either never felt or haven't felt in a LONG time.

Now, maybe I drink too much.. but these events happen when im drinking (most often). But I can assure these events don't happen as often as everytime I drink. Im 100% aware that we'll die.. and where we go when that happens is speculative for obvious reasons. (note) I used to care so much about where or where we didn't go when said event happend. But whether it be age or maybe I heard something as small as a lyric in a song.. but my path.. my trail of thought has changed.

This is not a piece about religion! (we'll save that for a drunken tirade night)

I was sitting in an un-cozy camping chair when I looked at my nephew (for probably the 100,000th time.. roughly) and it hit me.. I love that lil' shit. It's extremely easy to tell someone you love them on a constant basis. But to mean it.. TRULY mean it.. is rare. For me anyway. Now not to say that when I say I love you.. doesn't mean I don't feel it.. but just at that point I know that at some point i've felt it and or otherwise am aware of my love for you. But on these rare occasions.. the planets align and im aware and in tune of my love. And at that time I knew that if anything happened to my nephew it would result in some type of violence that would not go un-recognized.

In short- I think it's very vital to sit back and although most times you think the people that you care about are aware that you love them.. they might not. But sit back and examine and remind yourself that you're lucky to have them and you're not quite a hermit fuck yet. It's awesome to be selfish.. but not awesome to neglect on love. Don't be selfish and die without those people knowing your love.. and since we don't know when that will happen.. make it an everyday thing.

Fuck


Spinning: As Tall As Lions