The Comeback King

I can see the suckers down there in their cars already starting the struggle of the day.
Some still sleeping, maybe thinking the dream world is real, real beautiful, real scary, or really surreal. When that alarm goes off there will be some relieved souls, until they realize that real burden of the day, screaming into their ear, it’s that horrible buzzing alarm clock. Why do you still have an alarm clock that buzzes? Maybe you don’t keep time by mechanical devices, maybe you don’t feel any real burden, and maybe I don’t believe you are ever truly awake, or maybe I am confused in an eternal slumber of my own unrealized design. I truly am streams of consciousness and thought, faithfully reacting to what I believe are actual physical sensations. Electrical and signals because they have frequency. Without frequency there is only stillness, nothing, no change, no fluctuation, nothing different than nothing. Resonant vibration is the basis of familiarity. Is it not? Resonance is that noticeable echo that stands out from the noise and the nothing. Resonance can be joy and pain. It is the existence of anything for more than a singularity.
We are awake, already being chased by the sun, and soon enough it’s glorious bands of colors will swallow us from behind unless the white clouds surround us like fog fading to gray. As the dawn spins off west, over and through us, It’s faster than the planes that ferry us over our terrestrial obligations. You can’t escape me forever dawn, you won’t leave us. Dawn I crown thee comeback Queen, and Dusk the comeback King. Princess sunshine and Prince starshine, you both dominate our daily rotation, only allowing your royal elders to grace us as you change the guard twice each day. The clouds are like bouncers, the rain and thunder your spitting and shouting, the snow and the wind make us grateful to be your subjects. So here is to the master of ceremonies, court jester moon, who will always arrive in time to take credit for our lunacy. I fear my current state has been affected so by our dear jester, or anxious anticipation of what dangers the moons absence may conceal, for we are all well aware of the kind of company Prince starshine has been known to keep.
Flight attendants check-in. The captains voice is heard through the cabin.
Fuck, that was a mean set of clouds! They shook us like a little baby rattle, and there was definitely a sense that the baby was fixin’ for a rattle drop. Our trusty pilot must be having a wrestling match with the controls.
It started, Bump bump bumpity bumpdee doo bump BUMPity bob bob
Then the flight attendant tells everybody to immediately return to their seats, including crew.
And then came the bumpity bump bumps that got at least 2 separate responses from the majority of passengers in unison, woah and then WOOOAAAH!
Hard clouds. Fist bumpin’, rattle shakin’, life affirming clouds of turbulence. Clouds from the wrong side of the tracks... clouds that smoke cigarettes, have tattoos, crazy straw bearded clouds, moonshine drinkin’ clouds.
I think most of the plane doesn’t mind the country road ride we are experiencing now, not after that tussle. Assaulted by clouds. I think the captain finally said, Give me that moonshine ya bitch ass clouds! Glug glug. That’s all you got? I eat clouds like you for breakfast, and wash it down with lightning!
And he smashed that cloud moonshine bottle down, then lit it on fire with glare so intense you could tell he had at least 100 miles visibility just from experience.
I’m sure that’s exactly what transpired, but I’ll look him in the eye on my way out, just to confirm that 100 mile stare.
Just 3 hours ago I was standing in the check out line at a Ron Jon branded store in terminal A at Tampa international airport, holding 2 carefully selected pairs of combed cotton designer socks. I told the cashier, I always wondered who buys socks at the airport, today it’s me, I buy socks at the airport.
Full disclosure, I’ve bought socks at an airport before, and this time only 1 pair was for me. I hope she likes her new socks! Anything to make her smile! Resonate smile, resonate smile, resonate smile, smile love smile, resonate love. I resonate with your love, I will always be your comeback king!
Epic turbulence will not deter me.
Resonate love love love.....
I am infinitely grateful for your love.